Welcome to another drabble, inspired by Charli’s rather dark wanderings down a rabbit hole that leads to a hypothetical future and this prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) go down the rabbit hole to a place where art is not allowed.
For some reason I’ve been going to school settings lately. Hmmm.
Riley sneaks down the hall—why isn’t he outside for recreation?
I hurry over to him. “What are you doing?”
He adjusts something in his shirt.
“What is that?”
He stares up at me, pleading.
“Riley.” I hold out my hand.
He removes his cardboard lunch tray, where he’s painted a rainbow.
“How did you do this?” Art is forbidden—he could be expelled.
“I used my food.” He points to the colors. “Mustard, berries, Jell-o.” His lip quivers. “Throw it away. Please, don’t report me.”
“I won’t.” I run my fingers over his masterpiece. “Can I keep it?”