(This weekend’s Trifecta prompt: ‘give us a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it.’ Here’s my attempt – a silly little piece.)
Gulping wine miserably, I envision poop, tantrums, sticky-gray kid slime.
Caressing my belly, I hiccup pinkly, smile, call it Christopher.
Then, one blue line.
Blessed Mother to drunken, gassy paranoia again.