He was taking his time doing his thing so Thelma Jean turned her head on the pillow. She stared at the empty space on the wall across from her, imagining a painting there. Something wild, something vibrant. Some kind of color.
Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz is a fiction writer and poet. Her work has appeared in various online/print journals, as well as several anthologies. Visit her blog at www.gwennotes.blogspot.com