Flickr Fiction
‘Please tell me you didn’t pay money for that!’
‘I did, actually, bargained the man down to a mere fifty quid.’
‘It’s horrible, where are you planning on putting it?’
‘I thought the big blank space on the wall behind the sofa. It kinda needs something don’t you think?’
‘The wall or that horrible painting?’
‘It’s not that bad!’
‘It is. Look, you can still see where the ‘painter’ missed out on the lines and if you look really carefully you can see the number under each section.’
‘I like it.’
‘You should have just bought a velvet elvis or a crying boy, least they have a sort of kitsch factor.’
‘Don’t you think the frame is nice at least?’
‘It looks like it belongs in the Winter Palace.’
‘Maybe it IS the Winter Palace?’
‘I don’t think so. Its just some random turret on a random castle in a random village somewhere.’
‘Can you hand me the hammer?’
‘You are not going to hang that there, what will the neighbours think?’
‘I don’t care.’
‘We’ll have to keep the curtains drawn.’
‘Would you please stop? It’s really not that bad!’
‘Really, a velvet crying boy would be classier.’
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Crap, I had a full story written for this, a type of psuedo-fairy tale and then when it came down to actually writing the thing I couldn’t be arsed so the above is what happened. They say you write about 100,000 words of shite before the good stuff starts, so hopefully I’m now a couple hundred words closer. Inspired by the above photo taken by Flickr user Iguana Jo
Usual suspects are: The Gurrier, Tea and Cakes, Chris, Linus, Tadmack and Aquafortis.
