draliman on life

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! And I’m actually posting on a Friday for a change.

For those of you new to Friday Fictioneers, our wonderful host Rochelle posts a picture and the rest of us write a (roughly) 100 word story, poem or whatever about it. This week’s photo was donated by fellow Fictioneerer Janet Webb. Thanks, Janet!

To read all the other stories, click here.

I have to admit my story is 107 words. I already cut a load out and I honestly can’t see how to cut out another 7 words without compromising the story. Sorry 😦 .

Copyright Janet Webb

Detective Turnbull looked around the gallery. He couldn’t decide if the sprays of blood adorning the art were an improvement. He shook his head.

“Not your thing, detective?” asked a uniform.

“Art? Huh. So, what happened?”

“The artist went nuts. Sliced some kid to bits with a palette knife, if you can believe that.”

“Do we know why?” asked Turnbull.

“Kid grabbed a sangria from over there. Apparently it was part of the ‘piece’. Bit high strung, this artist.”

“Okay.” Turnbull turned to the gallery owner. “We’ll get this blood cleaned up.”

“Are you mad? This is live art! I can sell this room for a fortune!”