Geraldine was pushing the captain’s chair to the table when Ezra walked in. “What are you doing, Sis? Can I help you?”
“Nope. Got it.” She replied with a smile. “Come and see.”
Geraldine quickly grabbed Ezra’s hand and led him into the back bedroom hallway.
Ezra saw instantly what had happened.
“My… My… What have you done here?” He tried to maintain a calmness in his voice belaying the heavy palpitations of his heart.
Ezra walked to the end of the hall and cut on the light. “Let’s see what our budding artist has done with her new birthday paints?
“Another misterpiece,” Geraldine boldly proclaimed.
Ezra giggled, “Yes, indeed you have.”
Geraldine was beaming at her brother’s approval.
“Let’s clean up your misterpiece before Mother gets home.”
“No… We can fix this. Your paints are watercolors… With a little care, Mom will never have to know.”
“She will,” Geraldine seemed very certain.
“Why will she have to know?”
“Didn’t use my colors. Used your ‘nam’ls.”
Geraldine handed Ezra his business postcards that were being send out this weekend.
New Paint It Yourself Class
“I wanna be in your class.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Requirements: The opening sentence for the March 18th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “This was the first time I had ever had to sign for a letter addressed to Occupant.” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash. Create a flash fiction story using the photo prompt and only 200 words.