FLASH
FICTION
FRIDAY
Painting
the future
As
I walked in to the studio I saw Lisa sitting on the floor, in front
of one of my first attempts at art, and I froze.
“She's
pretty, who is she,” she asked, turning her head to face me.
“No
one in particular,” I lied.
If
she knew the truth she wouldn't understand no one would, that's just
the way society was. You see the truth was the painting she liked so
much was me, or at least would be me, once I had finally sold enough
paintings to pay for the surgery I desperately wanted.
©JSMorbius2013
Please take your time to visit all the other wonderful flashers, and their interpretation of the very same picture I have used
Please take your time to visit all the other wonderful flashers, and their interpretation of the very same picture I have used
