The following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge.
Color flowed from the can, coating her fingers. Vibrant purples, oranges, greens, blues, and reds seemed to jump from the gray wall, despite the darkness that dulled them. Avi was convinced that this was the only time the bustling, polluted city could pass for peaceful. Though her mother would be horrified to learn how often she left the apartment at night, she was never afraid to roam New York’s streets alone. This was her safe place.
Illegal? Sure, but she wouldn’t get caught. This was her chance to make the city more beautiful. It empowered her. This was her art.