Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Art in the Eye of the Beholder. 


” So what do you think?” Paul asked his husband. “It’s a print of a famous painting and the ocean and sky is calm and relaxing. You don’t like it?”

Trevor looked at the print hung over their bed: “Paul, it’s a print. I think if you’re going to buy a copy of a painting, you should at least buy a copy which is actually painted. This is a poster, how much did you pay for it?” Paul smiled with strain.

“Oh, it was only a cheap print framed. Maybe, we can go find an actual painting soon. I only thought this was a serene piece of art perfect for a bedroom.” Paul said sounding hurt.

Trevor sighed deeply; he hated it when Paul made him feel guilty.

“The ocean and the sky are serene but we could go down Whyte Ave this week during Art Walk and find an original actual painting, while supporting local artists. I’m sure a peaceful ocean and sky will be a common theme.” Trevor remarked, trying to convince Paul’s high taste.

Paul grinned.”That sounds fantastic! There is this great restaurant where they have real Italian food on Whyte and…” 

Trevor tuned Paul out and flicked on the TV opposite the ocean print. An NFL game was on; true art, Trevor thought with a grin.

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP each Friday.

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Day 15 – NaPoWriMo- Address the Poem ” The Day”


Today was rather short, poem.

I woke up so early around 4:30 am;

To say goodbye to my parents going to China.

Do you know how long that is my free verse poem, a trip to China?

It’s a very long trip indeed and they have

Several long breaks inbetween quatrain.

I don’t know what you do 10 hours in an airport?

I guess read, shop a little, eat airport food.

But back to you, poem, today a hairstylist carefully cut my hair.

And it turned out divine I think.

But poem, haircuts are a little different every time.

And then I got a wax, a bit painful but not bad.

The esthetician was fast and knew what she was doing. 

Then, my quatrain, I made my own salad at SunTerra for $7.09.

I had spinach, chicken, pecans, goat cheese, and cranberries in raspberry vinaigrette. 

And then I ate my lunch and came home.

My shoes they hurt my feet and

I have to go back next week, couplet to end sonnet.