I found these paintings in the East Village loft I’m renting. Charlotte convinced me to sell them as the early works of Andy Warhol.
We had a cash only art show and made over a hundred thousand dollars.
As we were closing up the shop an elderly woman comes in and says with a toothless smile, “Thank you for selling Andy’s paintings for me I’ll take my money now.”
A nervous Charlotte was about to hand over the money.
“Wait a minute,” I say, ” Andy didn’t have a wife, he was gay.”
“Give me half and I’ll keep quiet.”
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It’s time for Friday Fictioneer’s and it’s another week that I am sharing my interpretation for the above photo prompt. For those who haven’t heard Friday fictioneeer is an addictive writing challenge. Thanks to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple who provides us with a new photo to work with every Wednesday to interpret with a 100 word story. This weeks Photo comes from Janet at This, That and the Other It is an excellent way to fine tune your editing craft. But it’s okay if you go over or below the word count a little. I guess it’s okay as long as you’re not submitting War and Peace. I find it challenging to work my story down or up until I have exactly 100 words.