Tuesday is when I tackle some Five Sentence Fiction. Feel free to take Lillie McFerrin’s challenge to write a five sentence story based on a single word prompt. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just used for direction. This week’s word is Orange.
“Assholes,” Eric mutter from the top of his ladder, while slopping paint vigorously.
Their home—standing proudly on the corner lot for over 25 years, lovingly landscaped, maintained and bursting with riotous color nearly year round—was considered one of the gems in the coveted neighborhood of kids, pets, mature trees, walking paths, and strictly enforced covenants. The original brown aluminum siding had faded under years of sun to a powdery cappuccino, so Eric and Erin had decided on a rich, barn red, premium vinyl to re-clad the house in until a letter from the Homeowners Association had put the kibosh on that. “Your neighbor,” the letter stated, “has argued that the proposed shade of red does not fall within the original pallet of colors for your region and the architectural review board has voted to decline your request.”
The contractors were scheduled to arrive on Tuesday with new brown siding, but in the meantime Eric was admiring his handiwork on the side of the house that faced Ed and Jane’s property—a huge two-story hand with only the middle finger extended was painted crudely in a vibrant traffic cone orange.
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