The Irritable Chest Cold - Part Two of Two

Suddenly and without warning, she sneezed. Liquid sped from her nose onto the canvas. She stood petrified. What had she done? Spots appeared over a lone oak tree On the side of a lonely road that led to the mountain. Despair shook her whole body, and she flopped Onto a comfy sofa, wishing she were dead. Then she looked at the painting and wondered Some spots remained above the tree. It was as if a flock of birds were flying around. She sighed. Perhaps all was not lost. She sneezed again, but now she had a Kleenex.