Starving Artist

“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


Copyright Jean L. Hays
Copyright Jean L. Hays

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24 thoughts on “Starving Artist

  1. 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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  2. 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.



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