Hanging up the phone, Jane goes in search of Tommy. Peeking through the door, she spies his goofy grin. Then mom scans the color-splattered wall, ceiling. Finger paints uncapped, squished in the carpet. Blood pressure rises, deep breathing commences.
"You're a regular Jackson Pollock."
Blue drips through fingers. Hair's smeared red.
Linking up with Red Writing Hood this week - 500 word-limit with this inspiration:
image courtesy of robin.elaine (via Flickr Creative Commons)
I tried something new this week ... a 55 Word story. First sentence is 10 words, next is 9 and so on. A fun challenge!