Written: 26/03/19
The sound of a paint brush was filling the apartment. Nami was focusing intently on the painting she was creating. It had to be perfect considering it was her Dad's father's day gift.
Her hands were splattered with an array of reds, oranges and yellows. With a final flick of her brush she had completed the image before her. It was a sun setting on a silhouette of Japan and my dad in his hero form (All Might).
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Drabbles & Unfinished Stories
Random𝓦𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼, 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸. ~Mindless drabbles.
