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Grandma Moses at the Diner (flash fiction)

May 9, 2013

Icon Grill by Ted Strutz
“We’ve been coming here for a while,” Bill says. “How about something different?”

“It’s still nice, though,” Kate says. “So much to see. Like a Grandma Moses painting. Every time you look at it, you see something new.”

She would have to go familial. Grandma means children, grandchildren. Bill imagines them running around the booths of chattering eaters. Outside, on the painting’s street, is a flurry of activity: townsfolk, dogs, horses doing a thousand various things. Somehow, it’s now a small town out there, and everyone knows everyone, each day a predictable routine.

He frowns. “It’s just so cluttered.”

 


Friday Fictioneers prompt given by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For other stories inspired by this photo, click here.
Photo copyright Ted Strutz
Story copyright Dave Williams

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23 Comments leave one →
  1. May 9, 2013 6:41 am

    Uh-oh. Sounds like some changes coming up – and not just in drinking venues. Randy
    good little story

  2. May 9, 2013 8:25 am

    I like it, at the end you aren’t sure if he’s talking about the bar…or about the life he sees her wanting. He clearly likes things simple!

  3. May 9, 2013 10:43 am

    A fine story to have with my morning coffee…enjoyed it.

  4. May 9, 2013 9:28 pm

    That is a very crazy, cluttered painting! I like how they’re looking at it and the future in different ways.

  5. May 9, 2013 10:07 pm

    Dave, I agree with Randy. They seem to have some very fundamental differences and I don’t see them going in the same direction much longer–either for drinking spots or life. I liked your reference to a Grandma Moses painting. Makes me think of a puzzle.

    janet

    • May 10, 2013 5:38 am

      Thanks! There is some discontent here on the guy’s part, and I agree that they’re probably not heading forward together for long.

  6. May 9, 2013 10:42 pm

    Clutter is the first thing I thought of when I saw this photo… thanks for the good read..

  7. May 10, 2013 1:54 am

    Every sentence seems to be a metaphor for something else. Not an easy task in 100 words. Good job.

  8. May 10, 2013 2:48 am

    deep. sounds like the end to me 🙂 they clearly want different things at the moment.
    great story.

  9. May 10, 2013 6:54 am

    Clever little tale! Maybe change is afoot; or maybe compromise. I hope they work it out. 😉

  10. petrujviljoen permalink
    May 10, 2013 7:31 am

    I liked this a lot. Managed sympathy for the guy.

  11. May 10, 2013 5:08 pm

    Sounds like they will need to agree or agree to disagree…

  12. May 11, 2013 6:02 am

    Dear Dave,
    I see change on the horizon…sounds like Bill wants space.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

  13. May 11, 2013 8:26 am

    The painting and the whole bar seems cluttered. can empathize with his point of view. a good tale

  14. May 11, 2013 9:24 am

    Seems like this couple has a lot to talk about. I’m wondering how well matched they are. Good story. Characters were well established in a very short period.

  15. May 11, 2013 7:04 pm

    I dream of an uncluttered life, but Bill would be missing out if he never picked up any clutter along life’s path. A great story this week – thought provoking.

  16. May 11, 2013 8:50 pm

    Cluttered is as cluttered does. I can relate.

  17. May 14, 2013 9:53 am

    You did pick the crux of the prompt ……. clutter.

  18. June 3, 2013 6:41 am

    Fantastic story. The contrast in the known clutter of a small town and the unknown but a buzzing clutter in a big city is a drink for thought. Large please!

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