No More Grant Wood
Sep 21st, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Francis stared gawping at the bleak picture of a white house on a twilight prairie for at least a couple of minutes before breathing. Hattie linked arms with him and pressed close.
“Well, what do you think?”
Francis sighed a wordless soliloquy.
“Isn’t it wonderful? Look at the shading, the perspective, the detail.”
“I just finished that wallpapering.”
“Soot from the aromatic candles and sewing chalk.”
Francis frowned.
“All dangerous hobby stuff is locked away. Candles…top shelf.”
Francis confirmed the press was locked and tight against the wall before addressing his two-year old son.
“Grant, you’re one creepy-ass kid.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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