Three Flash Fictions: Art Everyday
Little things we do each day pull us into an art experience whether we know it or not.
Just for the Art
She had watched him since he entered the bar, peering at him then scribbling something in a notepad. Enough! He had ducked in here to hide from the paparazzi. Grasping his third whiskey, he glowered over her as she continued writing.
"Why are you looking at me?" He gulped the whiskey and waited. She slid the notepad to him. As he read, his anger turned to confusion. Some dribble about a scruffy, dejected man.
"Is this what you think of me?"
She shrugged.
"Don't you know who I am?" He tossed the pad on the bar.
"I really don't care."
How Can You …?
The rhythm urged Amanda to dance like a maniacal rag doll, flailing her arms as her feet pawed the asphalt with twists and spins. A man jerked beside her, grinning at her free-spirited moves. As they careened around each other, she glanced at her friend, a devout music lover, or so she claimed. The woman's arms clutched her body as if controlling a sudden burst into outrageous, unfettered leaps and bounds. Her feet glued her there to the ground, watching. Finally, Amanda stopped and cried in disbelief, "How can you possibly stand there like that with such great music like this?"
Decay
The dead snake coiled beautifully into the bottom of the basket, displaying its intricate designs and colors. The basket enhanced this with its own muted tones and textures. She admired her creative use of Nature's gift found on the desert trail. Within days, though, it rotted into a stinky mess.
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Three little gems, Sue. 1. A study in narcissism ( which runs absolutely rampant today - eg selfies, blogs ad infinitum, feigned self-importance on youtube, etc), 2. a statement on the difference between talking the talk vs walking the walk, and 3. a lament on the transience of ALL things. You have a lot on your mind, girl. Each one of these themes could be expanded, couldn't they?