we both took three steps back, examining our mural.
the exploded colors from the balloons stood to paint the background. then dallas used the spray paint to draw pictures of people, kids, old and young smiling, the moon, the sun, anything he could think of.
it was quite beautiful, a sight worth seeing.
"we did good blue."
"right back at you texas."
"your an idiot."
"you too."
i walked up, picking up a can of black spray paint.
writing in the corner in big uppercase letters:
sincerely from blue and texas
"that's a clever touch."
"code names, no one will even know it was us."
"smart."
we both cleaned up all our supplies and stuffed them in the sack.
"where did you get all of this stuff anyway?"
"a buddy of mine."
i nodded in understand and stood up.
"now let's get going before they catch us."
we left but before that i remembered to take a picture of our mural, capturing the moment.
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
