Sketch: Aunt Dave

The sign jutting from below the second story dormer of the building had been altered.  Re-purposed.  Davelyn said that she found it, just lying on the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere.  The faded lettering on the  panel inside its fancy wrought iron frame said:  Love Can Grow Community Baptist Congregation. She liked the sentiment so much that she kept it, even though she had no use in the world for the thing. It stayed in the storage shed behind her father’s house for several years, just taking up space and getting in the way and getting shoved farther and farther toward the back and otherwise forgotten.

she painted out the Baptist Congregation and lettered in BAR, in a lurid fuscia because the paint was part of a mixed lot she had gotten free.