“Dave, stop painting graffiti on the hotel wall. Mom will be furious when she sees it,” Brad cautioned his brother.
“No, she won’t,” replied Dave insouciantly, as his paintbrush destroyed everything in its path.
Brad tried once again, “Mom hates it when you do such things.”
Dave confidently responded, “Not any more.”
Savouring Brad’s confusion, Dave continued, “Don’t you remember her expression when she saw that graffiti on that ceiling yesterday? In that church? Sister…No…. Sistine Chapel. If that Michael guy can paint on the walls of a church, I can certainly do it on these hotel walls!”
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99 words.
Written in response to the Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction Challenge, hosted by Charli Mills. The objective is to write a story on the weekly prompt in exactly 99 words. The prompt this week was: Graffiti
https://carrotranch.com/2018/12/06/december-6-flash-fiction-challenge/
jagahdilmein 
Art is Art…
Indeed.
Yes…I wish I had had those words when I was young and colored the walls of the den and my sister’s bedroom. What an excellent flash fiction you wrote, well done. ~nan
Thank you so much.
Ha! Yes — expect grand things of your art! I enjoyed the innocence of this budding graffiti artists.
Thank you so much Charli.