Pleas of Futility

Red

August 20, 2023 11:51pm-11:58pm

It's not as bad as it looks. Red, gushing down the top shelf. I was only trying to get something down.

My arms were too short, even with the stool. Even with the chair. I tried calling for help but no one answered. No one, til I mentioned the red.

The red was the problem. And that I got hurt—bruised—of course, I'm sure that mattered too.

But it's not as bad as it seems; the red will dry, sure, but maybe it'll look nice. It'll add a pop of colour. If you don't like it we can paint over it.

But the paint isn't the point, the red is. I was clumsy and paid the price. Nothing was damaged—nothing but my self esteem, maybe the shelf. My head, for now. But we can paint over it. After all, it was just an accident.

Why cry over some spilled paint?