Genre: General fiction mixed with a memory
The walls are curved and so stark you’d think they were white washed. I’m touring with teenagers that are acting like surly children. Finally, I’ve had enough and I plod back to the main floor past works of art the children do not care to see.
The artwork begs for my attention, yet I’m too exhausted to look. I just want two minutes to myself. I lift my eyes upward and become entranced.
The lobby docent utters, “no photos are to be taken here”. Standing in the center of the room, I smile and click the camera on my phone.
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. I know I haven’t written anything in awhile, but I’m working everyday to change that. I’m always glad to hear your feedback and have your support.