Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there :)
On a completely unrelated note, today's prompt is: crooked.
I finished reading The Girl Who Played With Fire (whose title character is often described as having a 'crooked smile') tonight and all I have to say is: it's a good thing there's a third book. Talk about an unsatisfying ending.
The painting in the dining room had been crooked for as long as any of us could remember. No matter how often it was straightened, it would inevitably end up hanging lower on the right. One day Dad threatened to put a nail through it to keep it level but I don't think his heart was really in it.
Besides, I'm pretty sure even that wouldn't have done the trick. The damned thing was hell bent on making its observers tilt their heads just so in order to look at it properly.
I don't know who bought it - maybe it came with the house when we moved in. I could appreciate why the previous owner would want to escape that stubborn painting.
Nothing would have ever changed if that earthquake hadn't knocked it off the wall. But it did, and so the next day was when we finally discovered that the right half of the frame was made of gold.