Lizzie paints delphiniums on the wall behind our bed, blue to match my tattoo. She draws us in purple. When I protest, she flicks paint at me. “Now it’s correct.”
I steal the brush to paint stars in our eyes and moons on our breasts. With a pencil from the nightstand, she draws a moustache on my purple face, the one on the wall, and shrieks as my bright blue handprints find her body.
Dork, she writes above my portrait. Nerd, I write above hers.
She kisses me, her lips leaving a trail of little blue flowers that will never disappear.
I can hear your voice when I read this. Well done.
Thank you so much, Kate!
This is such a delightful, sweet story! I love it!
love this! makes you smile reading it, so playful
Nice!
So fun and playful! A joy to read.
The imagery is wonderful and the feel of story is lighthearted. Amazing how you wrote with 101 words. Loved it.
Really enjoyed this. Snapshot of moment and a whole relationship.
I like the colorful image!
Lovely and playful!