Write about: the hole in the wall.
Had a nice, lazy Sunday with my family. Pancakes and bacon for breakfast, a short walk in the neighbourhood, watched a few videos. Just what the doctor ordered.
Hoping to go for a photography outing tomorrow morning. Will share a few of the results if that happens.
"Jeez, Dad... where did you get that hideous painting?"
"It was up in the attic, buried under a box of your mother's clothing. It was the only thing I could find on such short notice."
"There's no way this belonged to Mom... wait, what? Short notice? What was the hurry?"
"I needed to cover the hole in the wall."
"What? A hole in... what happened while I was out? I was only gone for like twenty minutes!"
"Had a little accident. Nothing major, really. The hole isn't even that big, in my opinion."
"Not sure I believe that."
"Huh? Why not?"
"If it's not very big, why rush to cover it up?"
"Oh, well... the voice coming from inside the wall was very adamant about maintaining his privacy."