The Art Show

lash Fiction

The Art Show

“You’re making a big mistake.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I know so…”

“You are not being helpful…”

“Only because you are not listening to me…”

“OK, tell me then. What is this big mistake?”

“It’s upside down.”

“It is not!”

“Yes, it is.”

“What makes you think that?”

“The name…”

“What?”

“The artists paint their name on the painting.”

“I don’t see it.”

“Because you are hanging the painting up, upside down…”

“But it’s a table, it has to go that way…”

“No, it has to go the way the artist wanted it to go, and artists always sign on the bottom right.”

“That scribble is a signature?!?”

“Yes, it says ‘Huntsburg’.”

“You can read it upside down?”

“I’m very fond of Huntsburg, I know how she thinks.”

“Huntsburg is a woman?”

“Of course. Matter of fact you know her.”

“I do not know an artist named Huntsburg…”

“She’s your music teacher.”

“My music teacher is Mrs. Benzon.”

“Her husband is Benzon, she is Ann Huntsburg.”

“How do you know this stuff?”

“She lives next door to my uncle Sanderson.”

“Fine, I quit, I will turn it around.”

“Much better!”

Later at the show: “Who hung my painting up upside down???”

Muffled laughter could be heard near the broom closet.