Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge, hosted by yours truly, to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s interesting photo is courtesy of Fandango. I am sure there will be many unusual stories generated this week, so wander HERE read a few. Or better yet, write your own story and add to the collection.
Now for this week’s story…
“This will kill your career!” Andre screeched like a cat with its tail caught in the door as he stared in disbelief at the monstrosity in front of him. His own career was also at stake. Why had placed all his hope in one artist, Paul Best.
Paul rolled his eyes and smirked.
“Some agent you are! I should fire you. This is going to be bigger than any art exhibit you have ever seen.”
“Where did you get the idea.” Maybe Andre just needed to understand Paul’s motivation.
“It was along the curb in a low-class neighborhood. I think they call it trash, but I call it inspiration. Two broken chairs, and a tree limb. Fantastic!”
“You picked it up?” Andre was horrified.
“Of course not! My driver did.” Paul beheld his newest creation. “I call this ‘Summer Evening.’ Reminiscent of those Southern hicks that sit under a tree drinking iced tea at twilight. Do you think I should add some Earl Grey tea bags to the limbs?
“Make it Lipton,” sighed Andre.
Perhaps Paul was right. When it came to creating art, he had the Midas touch. After all, he wasn’t called ‘The Best’ for nothing.
14 thoughts on “Art at its Best”
Many cannot understand a visionary because he is ahead of his time.
So true. Thanks for you comment.
I know Paul will be proved right, someone will pay money for it, the critics will adore it!
Maybe I could try it. I’ll let you know. Thanks Iain.
I’m sure that when some modern artists become famous, they can produce anything, no matter how weird, and sell it for a fortune.
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I wish I was that lucky. Thanks Keith.
It may be modern but I would leave it for bonfire night. As I never did like seeing a naked tree.🙂
I tend to agree
nothing is everything, right? Lovely story.
Great story, dialogue, Susan. What one may see as a monstrosity another sees as art.
True genius is never appreciated in one’s lifetime 🙂
I had a similar thought, but my artist came to it in a different way. Cute story!