9. Sunset
Bubbles dipped her paintbrush in the palette she held in her hand and took a good, long look at the sky. She made a green line across the middle of her paper. That was the ground. She looked some more, and carefully made a half-circle in yellow. Orange smears around that…red around that…purple above the red, and blue on the top. She stood back, looking from her painting to the actual sunset in front of her and back. It looked great.
While she was admiring her work a blue flash streaked in front of her, paused for a second, and was gone. Bubbles gasped, her face reddening.
"Boomer!" she screamed, looking at her ruined painting. The colors were all smeared together from where he'd run his fingers through the paint, the orange mixing with the purple and the yellow stained with blue and red. Bubbles once more looked helplessly between the sunset and the painting. She paused.
Come to think of it…it wasn't bad. She studied her painting, then slowly looked back at the sunset. It actually looked better. More realistic.
"Thanks, Boomer," she said out loud, sitting on the grass and watching the fireflies dance while the painting dried.
A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back! Naw, I didn't do too well with NaNo, but I learned a lot about myself and I had fun, so that's all that matters. I'm back to semi-frequent updates!
I've gotta tell y'all, my original idea for this was...yeesh. I liked it, I really did, but it just didn't fit this prompt at ALL. I'll polish it up and use it later, but imagine this: 1920s, Boomer as a hitman, Bubbles as a female detective, Him as a bootlegger and mob boss. I'll let that marinate with y'all for a while.
Reviews power my creativity. Not really. But they're still nice. :D
