This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follow the picture prompt below.
I hawk my father’s precious, but not fully appreciated, art work outside our ridiculous expensive rented space to tourists who have no idea how much talent is involved in their purchase.
I did not want to return to this busy, ugly, dirty city. My father says to try and embrace the city as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Embrace it and make its fault your own.
Somewhere a lyric from a song plays in my mind. “Easier said then done.”