Laundromat. Three hours to kill.
I deploy easel and chair next to a washing machine. I leave just enough floor space for people to squeeze past me with their laundry hampers.
Takes a while to draw in all those darned colored gumballs. It crosses my mind: What if someone wants to actually buy a gumball and mess up the arrangement?
Should I post an "Out of Order" sign on it? No time. Gotta get it laid in.
Wait, what? A kid sneaks up behind me and jams a quarter into the slot. He spins the handle before I can say anything. Each time he cranks it, all the gumballs shuffle around inside.
“Hey, my still life!” I protest weakly.
He pops the gumball in his cheek and narrows his eyes. “What are you doing?” he says, between chews. “You an artist?”
5 comments:
Love this post. Thanks. My smile for the evening!!
P.S. Great painting!
Such a fun read, you should publish a book with these short stories and the paintings!
Made me laugh, thanks for sharing!
So beautiful, and the story is great!
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