“I can’t… quite… reach,” she said, the stretch of her belly pulling out her words as she tried to spray the very top of the wall – the finishing touch to the beaufitul artwork she had spent hours working on.
“Careful,” he said, “you’re gonna fa-”
Her foot slipped from the rail and she dropped down to the floor with thud, trailing the can of spray paint behind her and leaving a long, thick streak of red through her work. Oops.
Thanks Sonya for the prompt, and Daniel Garcia for the photograph
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Seems lots of folks imagined a fall here. Good to see the art was the only thing damaged.
I’m not surprised lots of people imagine a fall – she’s quite tentatively balanced! Thanks for reading 😁