I was going to do C is for Cats but this seemed more fun. 🙂
C is for Childish
The crayons sat in the center of the table the box had been ditched and the bright array of color sticks spilled out in every direction, next to them a small coloring book laid open to an uncolored page.
He looked down at the crayons in distaste, “child’s play” he muttered walking past them.
The minutes ticked by with him pacing the floor waiting for someone to return home. He stopped by the table once again and looked down at the colorless page and smiled at the cat playing with the ball of yarn before continuing to pace a few more times across the floor.
For the third time he stopped at the end of the table and looked around himself making sure he was alone before reaching for the red crayon.