Unwanted Painting
“Sally! Come here this instant!!!”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little overly dramatic, Dear? What’s she done now?”
“You know what she’s done, Mother. Look at this mess, she let Bobby get into the finger paints. I told her to keep them away from him, and she left them laying out. Where is that girl?”
“Maybe you should talk to Bobby?”
“You know Bobby doesn’t understand things.”
“Maybe if you spent more time with him, showed him how to finger paint, he wouldn’t make a mess.”
“Easier to yell at Sally.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I truly am.”
Trip to Dick Blick’s
“Exciting news, Cheryl!”
“Well, hi to you too, Ethel.”
“Sorry, I know you like me to say hello first, but I’ve got big news.”
“You always seem to have big news. Spill it.”
“Kristi has accepted me into her class.”
“Okay. Who’s Kristi?”
“The painter you liked. You know I love her paintings and how I’ve always wanted to do watercoloring.”
“Is this that crazy one at the Bucktown crafts fair?”
“Yes, and she teaches classes. I’m accepted!”
“How much to get accepted?”
“Only $45 a class. I’ve a list, come to Dick Blicks with me
“Okay, Blicks is always fun.”
I don’t think I need to give credit to the photo prompt this week, anyone knowing Rochelle Wisoff-Fields will know why. Be sure to read her story and the accompanying link for a fascinating look at a painter’s too short life.
To read more stories by Friday Fictioneers writers click the frog above. This week I stole him from my neighbor to the north Delectable Dale (I’ve never figured out how to add a link to an image so I have to ‘borrow’) She has a good story too.