“What is that in the yard!?”
“Oh hey Sweetie. You saw my new art. What do you think of it
“Mom. That is not ‘art.’ You are not an ‘artist.’ I can’t bring friends over with that ‘thing’ in the yard. What is it even ‘supposed’ to be?”
“Supposed to be? Hmmm. It’s art.”
“Ugh. Mom, you’ve got to stop this. Really.”
“Well, if you don’t like it, don’t worry. I’ve already got a sale for it.”
Shelley looked at her dumbfounded. “A sale? How?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, I ‘am’ an artist.
WC: 98
I had absolutely no idea where to go with this one when I first saw it. Many times an idea just pops, but that wasn’t the case here.
After a few minutes, this story came to mind. 100 words is a challenge and this was no exception. I wanted to add in some setting and some dialogue tags to flesh it out, but in the end I think it works. Providing the reader is willing to use a little imagination to fill in the gaps.
Hope you like it!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should check out her sight and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
Good luck!
Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams 
It works well and I’d call her an artist. These days sculpture can be anything. I think you got the son’s embarrassment at his mother perfectly.
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Thanks Irene! Those teenagers always seem to be embarrassed about something.
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Ha ha, that shut her up. Well done.
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So true. Kids are forever embarrassed by their parents (myself included), but fail to realize that they too could have their own unique strengths even if they’re not ‘cool’ by today’s definition.
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I enjoyed the lifelike exchange between mother and teenager. Mom comes out on top for once. Who knows? If she sells a few more works she may become the new ‘cool’!
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Proof of the pudding, eating. Hope she got the price she wanted for her art. And her next piece sells like a hot cake, too.
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Well done relationship between a teen and his/her Mother. Parents lives are mysterious to their kids, and misunderstood..
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One man’s junk is another man’s profit! Love this story. Too bad the daughter has no imagination, though.
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Everything change with the first sale…
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Well done! I love the twist at the end.
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Thanks!
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I love it. The eye-rolling child, the impervious mom who knows what the child doesn’t. Great story.
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Enjoyed your story— I think it works well enough without the dialogue tags.
Parents often embarrass their children, but if the thing has a buyer, what can Shelley say.😅
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Thanks Christine! I think it may be the responsibility of the parent to embarrass their children, lol.
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Interesting conundrum – is the definition of an artist only someone who is able to sell their work for money? At least she has managed to silence her harshest critic! 🙂
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Not at all Iain. Unfortunately, many people do consider that some form of validation.
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