Write a brief bit of fiction involving art.
Friday Fiction is your opportunity to write a short (short, short, short) story. Many participants use more than one minute for Friday Fiction prompts, and I open up the One-Minute Writing of the Day contest to entries of various lengths.One-Minute Writing of the Day:Writer: CarolI got one for her. Not the exact color I was thinking of, somehow, this one was darker, without the purple excitement I had envisioned.
The leaves weren't the right ones either. Too short, too old and curled upwards.
"Will you paint me an eggplant?" I asked. And for the first time, she surrendered. "Yes"
In my mind it was a small canvas, fifteen square centimeters full of the eggplant of my dreams.
Problem was, I wasn't in the Mediterranean any more. In the West, the aubergines are almost non-exixtent, not enough warmth or humidity, not even five or six months of sun that they require to grow to perfection. So there weren't any models.
Three hours spent at the Farmer's Market on Saturday. None.
Finally I got her a too dark, too bald one, but it was an eggplant without scars.
It was in the fridge for weeks.
I, too, surrendered. I took it out for dinner last night, ready to sacrifice my model for a pasta dinner. When I got the thinnest knife and was about to slice her in half, I had a moment of doubt. Maybe she will still paint it. No, she won't, her day occupied by the million innocent routines. What makes a painter not to paint? The skin had already turned old, with bumps and holes, craters in the canvas to be. Inside, a too riped eggplant that was not meant to be a dinner. Too old, now to join the party of peppers and zuchinnis waiting for her in the pan. I had to throw her in the garbage. And the only thing I could think of, as I ate the pasta, was the missing piece of art.
Congratulations, Carol! This is a sad, beautiful story. Feel free to put a One-Minute Writer WINNER! button on your blog!