Flash Fiction Friday: The Project


This is my response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo provided by phylor. I came in at 156 words.

“What do you think it means?”

“This is so profound, look at the details. The smile, the reaching…”

“I think it’s a political statement.”

“It’s an existential reflection on the sculptor and her surrounding world…”

“It’s hopeful, isn’t it? The way she smiles despite having no arms…”

“It’s disturbing, that’s all I have to say about it.”

The whispers mingled with the tinkling of champagne glasses while patrons shuffled by. Margaret glanced to her left and saw Oliver smile and give a small thumbs up. His outdoor gallery idea was a hit, and it seemed her sculpture was making an impression.

She listened to the many thoughts on her expression. Some appalled. Some awed. A few of them talked about inspiration for this cause or that. None of them saw the truth, but that was art. It was her statue still, but it was now theirs, too. And they will see what they want.

Margaret smiled.


Flash Fiction Friday! Woohoo. It’s been awhile, and I think I’m a bit rusty, but here we go!

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4 thoughts on “Flash Fiction Friday: The Project”

  1. Every piece of art has different meaning to different people and that is what makes art so fascinating. I think Margaret is pleased that each person sees her sculpture through their own vision even though it is different from hers. Great story, Russell!!

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