"I call this piece Composure," said the skinny man in the black cashmere turtleneck. We all stared at the woman past the frame.
"But she's peaceful, undisturbed, nothing to rattle her," one man piped up, waiving his spectacles as he countered the artist. "She is sublime. Even with those garish streaks and that faded tattoo, she's content. To give this piece such a name would require, I don't know, some juxtaposition."
Some of our group concurred with profuse nodding.
The artist smirked. "Come downstairs," he insisted. "This is the first half of my exhibit. I've fitted one-way glass panels in the floor of all my works. I'll show you what's between her legs."
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Challenge was to write a flash fiction of 80-112 words
and include the notion of "calm" in the writing
Check out Panserbjørne at Insatiabear for links to the other participants!
7 comments:
The glass panels are inspired - brilliant take on FFF. Thank you.
Ahhhh, a challenge hidden inside perhaps, a challenge to her composure. I love it, a great ending.
ROFLOL! Cheeky! I love the twist.
*smiling and applauding* love this!
Sneaky, I like...
Your blog icon almost have the same pose as this pic. Does that mean?... Smile ...
Thanks everyone. I like the idea of the twist - sparks the imagination for what's to come.
And 1man, you're right, I didn't even notice! But no, alas it can't mean anything... my skin is of, uhm, how do I say, a deeper hue ;-)
OH!!! Divine ending, simply divine!!!
Clapping with glee!
nilla
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