The Steel of a Knife

This Little Piggy Ran All the Way Home

Samuel was driving through the dreary night, rain pelting down on his car. He was going back home to his wife and kids, he adored the most. He would do anything for them. He looked at the back window, where the children's, now rain smeared, mural on the back window. He smiled slightly at the dripping colors. The bright yellow, the lime green, and the striking red. Though normally this wouldnt be that big a deal, if they hadnt run out of the red color a long time ago, never bothering to buy more. "Shit," he muttered. Yes the blood was washing off somewhat but it would still be there by the time he got home. He dreaded the dastardly chore, but it had to be done. After all, he wouldnt want to worry the Mrs.