“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!
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.