I followed The Trail. #TLT

Sonja’s three lined tales presshere to join in Using the prompt picture (from unsplash) write a story or poem in three lines.

A trail of crumbs led the way, specks of pink, yellow, green, brown, coffee and vanilla stopped at the firmly closed door. Slowly I twisted the knob it made a whining squeak as the hinges released, *eeeewwwww* there sat Thomas under the stairs, his head dropped his face still and minute particles of evidence clung precariously to his mouth.My lips twitched as he raised his eyes without lifting his chin, my toe tapped rhythmically as my arms folded and I stiffled a laugh as he mumbled an appology.