‘Come, Daddy! Look!’
Marja grabbed his hand and pulled him to her room. Her pudgy little fingers were sticky — blueberry ice cream?
‘See?’
On the easel he’d given her for Christmas — making Eleanor hiss You could've tried a Barbie — was a sheet smeared with orange-red-yellow-pink-purple splotches, some still glistening, others dark around the edges. Only then did he notice the front of Marja's dress, dripping with water-colours, and her round little face beaming with expectation.
‘What am I looking at, Munchkin?’
‘The sky!’
‘The sky?’
‘It’s on fire, Daddy!’
And rushing to the window, she yanked the curtain open.
very heartwarming. sky on fire had me concerned tho
A lovely, sweet image, Ronnie.
What a happy thing to read in my early morning!
Best Wishes - Dave :)