I nodded, admiring the painting I had just hung.
‘But why put it in the hallway?’ Barry continued. ‘There’s not enough light.’
Before I could reply, the painting began dribbling oil colour down the wall.
I stepped forward. The dribble became a gush that knocked me to the floor.
Barry grabbed the painting from the wall and carried it to the living room. The torrent subsided.
I pushed myself up and followed.
‘The light’s better here,’ Barry said, hanging the painting above the sideboard.
With caution, I searched for any leakage.
Not a drip.