A few days late, but it’s better than nothing! Here is this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
“You can feel the artist’s sadness here.”
Laura rolled her eyes. The women descended like vultures on the second Sunday of each month: suburban housewives who fancied themselves art critics from their time in two week long extension course art classes.
“It would look great in the living room, next to the golf trophies.”
Laura smirked to herself at that last bit and approached the woman. “This piece is two hundred, ma’am.”
The woman nodded, pulling her wallet from her purse. “Do you take AmEx?”
Laura hid her paint-stained fingers and smiled. “We certainly do.”