"Sparkly," Helena repeated. Sparkly was nice. Sparkly reminded her of Kira, and of sestra Alison. Helena tried a spray and laughed at the silver splash among the brick and red.
"So sparkly," she said. "Like stars." She began spraying little circles, little spots of stars. This wall would be a summer night. A summer night with a happy face, and no clouds, overlooking the playground. "Many stars," she told the woman as she worked. "You should paint the moon."