Saturday's Storyteller: "The soft bristles glided over the paper, leaving a light wash of pigment behind them."

by Belinda Roddie

The soft bristles glided over the paper, leaving a light wash of pigment behind them.

"Look, Mommy! I made a rainbow!"

And so she had. All the colors beaming from a watercolor smile. All the pride oozing from the white paper. Both mothers smiled and held hands as they perused their daughter's art. Yes. Perfect.

This week's prompt was provided by Arden Kilzer.

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