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Paint Shade Swatches

March 12, 2015

This week I took in a bunch of paint colour swatches and told the class to use them however they wanted in a piece of writing (I’ve always loved the crazy shade names, which often bear no clear reference to the colour displayed). The exercise was a great success. My colours were ‘Male Half’ and ‘Domain’.  

“Where’s your male half today?”


“Your hubby.”

“Oh.” Louise dipped her sponge in the bucket and made a show of scrubbing at a spot on the front passenger door. “In his shed.”

“Ah, the man cave.”

Louise grunted. Since moving in three months ago, her next-door neighbour had developed the habit, while walking her little dog, of hanging around their driveway whenever she spotted one of them outside. Now the dog rushed into the front yard and started nosing around Louise’s freshly-planted petunias.

“What does he get up to in there, anyway?”


“Hubby. In the shed.”

None of your business, thought Louise. “I really don’t know, to be honest.”

“Secret man’s business, eh?”

“Something like that.”

“So long as it gets them out of our hair for a few hours, who cares?” The woman cackled, her belly rolls vibrating under her tight nylon top. Her dog raced back to her and started running frantic figure-eights around her ankles, yapping excitedly.

“Listen.” Louise dropped the sponge and straightened up, wiping her hands on her jeans. “I’ve been meaning to have a chat with you about your dog.”

The woman stopped laughing. “What about him?”

“You might not know this, but it howls constantly when you’re out.”

“Is that right.”

“Yes. I work from home, and it’s very distracting.”

“Well, what do you want me to about it?”

“I was thinking maybe you could hire a dog-sitter during the day.”

“A what?”

“A dog-sitter. There’s one with an ad in the local paper every week. Hang on a tick – I’ve got a clipping inside…” Louise sprinted into the house, down the hall and into the kitchen, where she yanked open the dresser drawer and rummaged through old takeaway menus and misdirected mail until she found the dog-sitter’s ad. “Here it is,” she called as she flung open the front door.

The woman was gone.

(to be continued…)

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