Sunday, September 16, 2012

100 Words a Day 39

“The child and I color red.”

“Wha’d you say, man?”

“The child and I color red.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You will see; everyone will see, the color red.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, man?”

The disheveled looking man sat up from on the bed and looked across the room at his cellmate, his disturbed eyes boring into the petty thief.

“I said: The child and I color red,” the man jumped to his feet.

“You are one crazy son of a bitch.”

“Yes, yes I am. But that doesn’t change the fact that I will paint red.”

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