TITLE: Travel by Painting
GENRE: MG Fantasy
If Erin wanted anything interesting to happen, it had to happen early, before her cousin woke up. Oisín was a carpenter. Full of sharp, dangerous objects and splinters, the garage was his territory and off limits. Erin opened the garage door. She leaned back to check the living room. Her cousin was still asleep on the couch, buried chin deep in his tattered copy of Treasure Island.
Erin would be a better person tomorrow. She would complete school assignments and follow rules. She was already in trouble, already grounded. One bad decision deserved another. Today, this morning, was still free.
Harry, their cat, smashed his head against her legs. Was he egging her on or warning her to turn back?
“You’ve got a vet appointment later. Don’t you have a sofa to hide under?”
Harry sat perfectly still, save for the twitching tip of his tail.
Erin stepped over the threshold. As long as Oisín was asleep and she left everything how she found it, there was no harm in looking. The paintings were stacked neatly on the left wall. She moved carefully, quietly around piles of tools, wood beams, and cardboard boxes.
The paintings were crazy weird. Oisín had been hired to make frames, and Erin wanted a better look before he finished the job. The first was a portrait of a woman. The painted eyes seemed to follow Erin as she moved, even when she took a step back towards the house. Harry was a living statue in the doorway.