That Patch of Dark

When spots just won't go away...

“Afternoon, Miss Lilly,” Cash Toomey said as he passed her on the way up to his second floor apartment.

“Oh, hi, Cash. How was your day?”

“Not bad. No complaints. I see yours was full of color and aroma!”

“Oh this?” she said as she rolled the paint roller against the wall. “Pfft. I’ve been trying to paint this spot for the better part of 20 minutes now. Must be an oil spot or something.”

“Well, keep working at it. It’ll eventually go away,” he said pausing at the foot of the stairs.

“Oh wait, you must’ve brought me good luck. I did it. It’s gone. Thanks, Cash.”

“Glad to be of service, Mrs. L. Have a nice evening.”

Lilly said, “You too, Cash.”

Cash disappeared into his apartment.

She dipped the roller back into the tray and sopped up more paint. The spot on the wall had returned.

“Now how’d that happen?” she asked herself. “And I thought he was my good luck charm.”