“A job’s not gonna fall from the sky.” He handed her the classifieds, and she tossed it into the nearest trashcan.
He clicked his tongue. “When I was your age—”
“It was 1950,” she snapped.
Up ahead, she saw the mural on the coffee shop window—the sun rising over a steaming mug of cappuccino. She pointed. “This is it!”
He looked it over, rubbing his chin. “How much did they pay you for it?”
“It’s about the recognition, Pa.”
“So nothing.” He clicked his tongue again. “I sure hope you can find yourself a rich husband.”
word count: 96
—Nortina
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That made me smile
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I agree with liz young … and this happens often in real life too, which is why your story is so good.
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Thanks!
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She was right to follow her dreams but Pa has a point – that window was worth paying for.
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True. A girl’s gotta eat.
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You show both characters sympathetically – a great achievement. I can understand the father’s concern, and also the daughter’s aspirations. The generation gap strikes again. Well told story.
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Thanks!
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Heaven forbid a parent be proud of their child’s artistic goals! So very well written, Nortina!
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Heaven forbid! Thanks for reading 😀
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Cute story!
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Dear Nortina,
When I was a student at the KC Art Institute a teacher was asked what we could do with a BFA degree. The answer was “pump gas and wait tables.” Of course everyone pumps their own gas now.
A complete story well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I guess all we have left now is to wait tables, huh?
Thanks for reading! And Happy New Year!
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Patience father, all in good time.
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Complete story, Nortina… in a few words you created two characters, living and breathing on your page.
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Thank you!
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A rich KIND husband, I’m sure he meant to say.
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Yes! A rich, kind husband who is also a patron of the arts. 😉
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Yes!
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A true artist is never understood. I’m not sure they eat until late in life either.
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So true. Most artist don’t find fame until after they are long gone.
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So why don’t you ever hear if one having their own death?
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I say if someone turned their own death into their final art piece, that would be some real Edgar Allan Poe level mastery!
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Or a pay per view event. You know realty tv has few limits
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Indeed it does.
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