5:40pm
I helped wipe his hands and mouth clean and I found myself chuckling at this predicament.
"You know I could've cleaned myself up, I'm not mental." I eyed him and his dimples indented. "Okay but still."
"You ate paint, are you-,"
"What's your name?"
I sighed, "Aldesa."
"African, meaning lucid one," He smiled.
I threw the rags in the near sink,"How the hell do you know that?" He was on point.
"I know a lot of things."
I didn't doubt that at all.
YOU ARE READING
Yellow Paint
Short Story"Everyone has their yellow paint." Where Aldesa stumbles upon the most popular boy at Loyal Ryden High doing the unthinkable. Eating yellow paint. Status: COMPLETED
