A story of 257 words written for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 8/15/19.
|A Work Of Art
Carrie looked serious as she leaned across her sketch book. A frown would appear before she put the pencil to the paper, began to add
more lines, more shading.
Suddenly she flung her pencil across the room and put her head in her hands.
“It’s no good,” she said. “It’s... useless! I just can’t do it!”
“Ah, come on Caz, it can’t be that bad.” Justin leaned over her shoulder trying to get a glimpse of the cause of her despair. He did not like to see his girlfriend upset and would do anything to cheer her up.
It looked like... What? He honestly didn’t have a clue what the drawing was of. Maybe some kind of alien creature? Yes, that could be it. No, scrap that idea, it definitely was.
“Really, Caz, it’s good. Nice work, very... artistic.”
“You don’t mean that,” Carrie insisted. “You’re just trying to be nice.”
“Me? Would I do that? Never! Now come on, cheer up and we’ll order in some pizza.”
* * *
The drawing was due the following day. Carrie did not even look at it again before handing it in along with all the other students. She took her seat and began to read up on the day’s assignment. If the tutor was giving her some funny looks, she did not notice.
The drawings were handed back at the end of class. The tutor asked Carrie to wait for a moment, then returned her self-portrait, suggesting as he did so: “You might want to consider some therapy.”