Life is changing. Doors are opening. Doors are closing. Hoping to post more about that in a future post.
A few of the things that have delayed my ability to focus on my blog recently are another death in the extended family, getting my mother-in-law set up with hospice, my son’s graduation from high school, a family feud, and lastly a nasty summer stomach virus.
My mom’s birthday was in May. It was very hard. I painted her the flowers in the photo above and sent it to her. The painting was inspired by CeeCeeCreation’s you tube video. My watercolor is a little different as I didn’t want to outright copy it, but with everything going on, I really needed the outside inspiration. Happy Birthday, Mommy!!!
Week seven of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!
Prompt: A boy puts a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth comes out.
The Gumball Caper
Timmy stood there staring at his hand. Tears streamed down his face. He snuck away from Mommy while she was in aisle six so that he could sneak back without her knowing. He’d gotten two cavities, whatever those were, last week at the dentist and now mommy wouldn’t let him have candy or gum.
Raiding the change in the sofa, he’d found a quarter. Daddy always let them have any change found. Usually they didn’t care because Mommy gave them quarters.
He’d better get back before Mommy realized he was gone. Turning he saw mommy rushing towards him. Oh, no!
Tears rushed down his face now.
“Timmy, what’s wrong? What happened?” Mommy yelled across the store.
Timmy couldn’t speak. His face felt hot, everyone was staring at him.
“Did someone hurt you?” Mommy asked dragging Dylan by the hand, pushing Ida Marie in a cart.
A crowd gathered. He was scared. When mommy reached him, Timmy opened his hand.
The yellowish/white tooth received a round of “uh, gross” from the crowd.
Mom’s eyes narrowed, “Timothy, where did you get that?”
He pointed to the gumball machine two steps away.
She reached down into Little Ida Marie’s diaper bag, pulling out two wet wipes. She took the tooth out of his hand with one.
Thrusting the other into his hands, Mom ordered, “Here wipe very, very good.”
She watched him carefully. It scared him. When he finished, the wipe was reddish brown.
“When we get home, you and I will have a long talk.” She turned to the crowd. “He’s okay. I will go talk to the manager regarding this matter.” Her comments didn’t stop the crowd from following them to the store’s office.
Mommy pushed him with her body towards the door. Why were they going there? He hadn’t done anything wrong, like last year when he was seven and had taken . . . no, Mommy said, stolen a candy bar. She made him pay the manager. The manager scared him. He fought her for months to get out of grocery shopping.
The manager eyed him but asked, “Mrs. McCole, what can I help you with today?”
“This is what you can help me with!” Mom shoved the tooth at the manager, her voice high pitched.
The manager finally seemed to notice the crowd.
Cough, “I see,” coughed again, “I see you found the fake tooth we use to . . .” he coughed again, “to scare the kids into eating less sugar.”
Mom’s eyes narrowed. “So, it’s not real?”
“Of course not,” The manager said.
One of the regular cashiers walked up to the manager, “Oh, great. Someone found my missing tooth.” She reached out and took it from mom’s hand popping it into her mouth.
In place of Maremi Challenge, this week we have a watercolor Lantern that I painted on the beaches of Port Austin, Michigan waiting their 2017 4th of July Fireworks to start. Then I used white and black gel pens to accentuate. Several others also waiting for the fireworks to begin were lighting and releasing Chinese Lanterns. It was my inspiration for this painting.
Last week I saw a watercolor post on my facebook group Maremi’s Creative Cafe. It was beautiful. I love to doodle on abstract watercolor backgrounds. The watercolor was similar to the one above. The posted one was painted by Ximena Griffieon. I didn’t want to copy her .
My watercolor is brighter. Hers was more dramatic. Her turtle is a partial corner diver. Mine is headed upwards.
I painted the watercolor. Once it was dry, I packed it into my bag that I carry when I have a few minutes to fill. A week past, I wondered if I would ever find the time.
Friday, my youngest son had a dentist appointment to fill his first cavities. Good and bad, it’s good to be getting them taken care and bad that he got them in the first place. At least he was seventeen before he had any.
I am a very nervous mother. I had my husband go with us. My son is very independent. He was okay with me sitting out in the waiting room but I struggled with my feelings of being inadequate.
After my son left with the dentist, I reached down into my bag and felt the watercolor ready to be finished. Excitement cursed through me. I searched sea turtle images on Bing to get a reference photo. Then I began my drawing. Time flew.
When my son walked out into the waiting room, I was relaxed and mostly done with the watercolor and gel pen Sea Turtle.