(Author’s Note: Great response from people last week. Sorry I haven’t responded, but I am working on it. Now that a job has been secured, boomba…more time to do things. Here’s today’s Fictioneers.)
The Colour Of Love
By Miles H. Rost
“Alright, Monica. We have only a few hours before tide comes back in. Think you can paint the scenery?”
Monica looked up at her teacher with her eyes full of worry.
“Monica, you’re going to do just fine.”
She pointed to the hulking dam in the distance and exploded her hands outward.
“No, Monica. The dam won’t break. Remember, I’m here with you. If anything happens, I got you.”
She smiled, and warmly hugged his waist. She picked up her palette and dipped into some Prussian blue.
Her teacher watched as she silently painted. He knew his daughter was safe.