Another Friday Fictioneers submission. This one’s 100 words exactly (though not my favourite 100 words; the original version was lost when the word counter on my iPhone autorefreshed) and it was a nice chance to explore a different genre. Photo copyright David Stewart.
Incidentally, several readers have commented on the similarities with Psycho. This is probably a result of my having been watching Bates Motel. This seems to be an attempt to do for the Psycho franchise what Smallville did for Superman, though it actually does for the Psycho franchise what Psycho III did for the Psycho franchise.
He stopped going out, after mother died. No point: it was all hatred. She’d been right to make him turn down that place at art school.
First, he bricked-up the windows so he couldn’t see the outsiders with their mundane happinesses. Later, tired of staring at nothing, he asked the grocer to bring some paints. He covered each window with a trompe l’oeil. He’s happy now he’s got something to look at.
He just hopes noone notices the smell from mother; they still have the electric chair here. At least, he supposed, they might let him paint his own backdrop.