Saturday, October 10, 2015

Lighthouse blues

The orange glow from the fire danced on the glass baubles hanging from two trees.

‘What the hell are you doing, Callie?’

‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ Callie snapped, dropping a canvas frame onto the flames.

‘For god’s sake, Cal.  Just stop.’

‘Stop!  Stop?  Why the fuck would I stop!’

‘Because they’re good.  Because you’ve spent hours painting them.  Because ...’

‘Look at it, John.’  She held up a painting of lighthouse on a rocky outcrop.  ‘It’s shit.  They’re all shit.’

‘Look, come back inside.  Take your medicine.’

‘Fuck my medicine.’ Callie dropped the painting.  ‘And fuck art.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, you get right to the guts of the creative process here, Rob. I think we all sometimes step back, look at our work and feel that it's all crap.