She has no idea who lives here.
She doesn’t know why the windows are boarded up.
If it were not for one thing, she could walk past and forget the place ever existed.
Only she can’t.
The graffiti violates her fragile sense of order in a chaotic world.
The whole day it fidgeted under her skin until she could not stand it any longer.
After she tossed and turned in bed for an hour she got up.
She stopped at the all night store and bought a can of spray paint.
In the dark of the night she quietly corrected the spelling.
Then she breathed a sigh of relief and went home to sleep.
Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers is back again with another evocative image. I was going to write about how nature can’t read and trespasses regardless of human laws. Then I saw the typo…
Take a few moments to read through some of the other entries this week.
An Elephant Can’t – http://anelephantcant.me/2013/12/04/the-squat-friday-fictioneers/
Russel Gayer – http://russellgayer.com/2013/12/05/peep-show/