CONCEPTUAL ART - a story in one hundred words

CONCENPTUAL ART

Marcie wandered the exhibition, aware that her best frock was hopelessly unfashionable, but she didn’t care - when she cleared up afterwards she’d get the leftovers.

Meanwhile she eavesdropped as they told each other what it meant.

“Of course, it’s pollution – plastic resembling jellyfish and killing whales.”

“No, no – it represents the ephemeral nature of life.”

“I see a cloud of angels coming to gather souls.”

“How sweet! Isn’t she a darling?”

Suddenly Marcie could bear their braying voices no longer. “I’ve been sweeping round these bloody things for days – they just look like cotton reels and condoms to me.”

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Apologies to Roger Bultot, who took the photo and probably understood the exhibit, but once I'd seen cotton reels and condoms I couldn't write anything else. Thanks to Rochelle for posting the prompt on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/  from whence you can follow the link to read how other writers interpreted the picture.
I would like to wish everyone who visits my blog a very happy and prosperous 2018. My own New Year got off to a good start as I had a pleasant surprise today - I've sold ten copies of A Volcanic Race already this year! This is probably nothing special for a seasoned novelist, but for a debut author it is wonderful - my family bought their copies last year so this means that people I don't know are reading my work. Have you bought a copy yet? The link is at the top of this page.

WHAT GOES AROUND - a 100 word story

WHAT GOES AROUND

By the time the oil ran out and Man turned to natural power it was too late – the damage was irreversible.

The atmosphere could no longer pulverise meteors and all their cities were smashed to smithereens. Both ice-caps melted and the seas rose, shrinking the land.

 The balance of power shifted.

Now whales gather to watch humans perform, applauding their tricks with enthusiastic plumes. These humans are well-cared-for, proved by the fact that they breed in captivity, but any that try to escape are swiftly dealt with.

They’ve done enough damage already, and we don’t call them Killers for nothing.

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This week's Flash Fiction was again written for Friday Fictioneers, a group of 100 or so writers from around the world who write a weekly story prompted by a photograph on this blog -

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

... and for those who are following my moving saga - yes, I'm still selling furniture and still, slowly, packing! We sign on September 3rd and hand over the keys to the new owners. We are still searching for somewhere to live in England, but that's another saga!