“The clothes
make the man.”
The Cat In
The Hat* #quote
People say
“listen to your heart” but all I get is “thump, thump, thump”
and I can't really figure out how that applies to anything. Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
Subject
Matter
Barry spent
hours painting in his studio, he painted dragons, fairies, then
lawyers and detectives. He painted spies and horror monsters. Though
more specifically he painted pictures of books with covers with those
things on them. He did not make book covers for a company, he painted
books that did not exist and their covers. Sometimes he painted a
bookshelf in his work, or he made a table, or just painted the book
on a generic background. All with him as the author.
Barry always
wanted to be a writer, but could never do it, he lacked the ability.
He was simply terrible at it. Even with a good idea he couldn't make
anything remotely publishable. So he painted pictures of what he
imagined his books would be if he could write, because painting was
what he could do. And he was quite the marvelous painter. But the
talent he had wasn't the talent he wanted.
All around the
world there exist those like Barry, but instead may have other
talents, and think they should have others instead of there own.
Should an athlete be a musician, a musician a sculptor? A which
writer's have desires to paint? The grass is always greener on the
other side of the talent.
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