It’s All How You Look At It – Flash Fiction – March 20, 2016

148 03 March 20th 2016

Copyright Al Forbes

 

“How interesting is this!”  Marcus gushed as they drove up Susan’s drive way in the country that Sunday morning.

“What are you going on about Marcus?” she said slightly irritated, dawn’s early light was not her favourite light of the day.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t see it!  There!” he pointed at the old blue painted door with its pealing centre … “a city, reflected in a bay!  It could be the sky-line of New York or Sydney – I’ll just have to draw in something characteristic to fix the location!”  he said as he clicked off several shots of the door once the car had stopped.

He then ran to the boot of the car where he kept his emergency box of paint supplies he always travelled with.  He insisted one never knew when inspiration might strike … and as a auto-defined conceptualist graffiti artist he wanted to be prepared.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 20th 2016

 

34 thoughts on “It’s All How You Look At It – Flash Fiction – March 20, 2016

  1. LOL …. you totally rocked this Georgia! honestly – what an unexpected idea …. great imagination here …. seeing the blank canvas and running with the idea 😉

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    • Yeah a fellow seer! Really though, I think if we stopped for a sec we’d see so much more … remember as a kid watching the clouds make forms overhead?

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        • I’m with you .. I love the digital camera age … and really have a fantastic time fooling around with apps to process them … fun stuff and nothings is ever silly unless we want it be! 🙂

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  2. You can’t control when or where inspiration will strike! It’s a good job he’s always got his paints to hand – though I’m not sure Susan would agree. 🙂 Great story.

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    • LOL .. He’s got the right of it … personally I carry a camera around 24/7 but then I do a different sort of art work … Susan is a grouser – but she fully backs him up 😉

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