Primary Colors

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.

"Bath time!"

Splat.

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Linking up with Red Writing Hood this week - 500 word-limit with this inspiration:

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I tried something new this week ... a 55 Word story.  First sentence is 10 words, next is 9 and so on.  A fun challenge!