THE PAINT JOB

 

THE PAINT JOB

Bonita hated the mural. As she told her daughter, ‘If the landlord has enough money to waste on such frivolities he should paint inside my apartment.’

‘The lease says that’s your responsibility,’ Juanita replied.

‘Where would a poor widow find the money for paint?’ Bonita retorted.

Victor kissed his grandmother. ‘I’ll get you the money, Abuela,’ he said, and ran down to join the tourists who were taking photos. ‘I’ll take your picture,’ he offered, ‘and for five euros I’ll photoshop you into the mural. For ten you can be waving from a window!’

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I like a lad with entrpreneurial skills, don't you? Thanks to Dale for the photo prompt, and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/  Do visit her blog and follow the frog link to read other stories prompted by this week's image.