Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.
@devils-splatter
Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.
Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.
"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."
