Mrs. Ashe gazed at the yellow. The painter paused, curious about her small reaction.
Mr. Ashe called from another room. “Jess?”
She opened her mouth as if to answer. The painter watched her, noting how she avoided his eyes. Mr. Ashe’s footsteps approached from the next room.
He kissed her cheek. “It’s like the living room,” he said, smiling. “Same color– ‘Butter’.”
The painter watched her silent struggle, her husband’s tentative smile as if waiting for validation. Wanting to stare, the painter tried to look away but saw her pooling tears, so thick he couldn’t understand why they hadn’t spilled.
“You picked that yellow. Remember?” Ashe looked over the one finished wall. “Much better color.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “Now you’re home, I’ll run some errands.” He glanced at them before leaving.
To the painter she appeared frozen, fragile as thin ice.
“Are you sure it should be that colour?” he asked.
Warming, lighter, she said. “Why not?”
This is my second entry into Week #19 of the 100 Word Challenge (with 50 extra words allowed because Julia told us to center them on dialogue.) It wasn’t easy once I realized I’d have to include “Are you sure it should be that colour?” into each chapter. I’ve got four of them now, but if the consensus is that this isn’t working, I won’t link the others. I hope you like it, but I can take the truth. Click the link on Julia’s name to read this week’s other entries.