Fresh (Fiction; 100 words)
She’ll love this. Billie set down her paint brush and smoothed a few hairs from her face with the back of her hand. The wet lavender paint shined in the late afternoon sun.
New coat of paint, new town, new start. She’ll be happier here. It’ll be good for us. She’ll see.
“Mom? What the hell?” Josephine marched up the sidewalk, arms crossed.
“Honey, hi! I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Home?” Josephine snorted. “This isn’t my home. You live here. I’m visiting. Did you even ask your landlord if you could paint?”
“Well, I thought-”
“No, you assumed. Like always.”
Photo prompt & featured image: © CE Ayrs
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The above is my 100-word fictional story. Each week, writers are offered a photo prompt, from which we are challenged to write a complete story, in 100 words or less. Then we post, share, comment and critique with dozens of other writers. Click the blue frog button to find more stories, and join in!