Every day she had to paint the wall because it never stayed the same color. Behind Eliza lurked empty cans of marigold, amethyst, and cobalt. Today she tried cranberry.
One healthy pink hand slashed the pigment onto white plaster. One frail gray hand held the bucket.
She spun when she heard the cough.
Paul slunk into the room. “I know it’s some big project, honey. Like all your projects. But we miss you. Come home. Please.”
“I can’t.” Her eyes darted to the wall. “The wall drinks every drop of pigment. And it doesn’t stop there.” She held up her gray hand. “I need to sate it.”
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