Day 112 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write the pictures’ story.
Shannon: During college I had a job working for an art studio, and I wasn’t hired to monitor anyone or help them find supplies. I was hired by a student who was on mission to make a name for herself by finding scrappy ways to sell her art. I wasn’t even making minimum wage off of the sales she was bringing in, but it was the best job I ever had.
I’m not sure exactly why she chose me over other students to assist her. We were in a class together, but all she ever saw of my work was a picture I took of a unique outdoor staircase in my hometown and a glass window painting.
My favorite art pieces were the slow shutter light pictures she’d have me capture. They always turned out beautiful, and she always had a concept to convey. I wished they could be seen outside of the frame. They were powerful and I wanted that power to be real.
Erin: “That’s beautiful,” I was in complete amazement of the artwork my sister had made overnight.
“I thought so too. But see I am quite sleep deprived at the moment so I am not in the right mindset to make that call.” She giggled at her masterpiece. For what reason, I am not sure.
“Was there a motive for this sudden night painting,” I asked.
“I dreamed of the fire man chasing me around the never-ending staircase,” her eyes grew as she took in her work.
“Okay crazy,” I walked away, because she was an artist and it wasn’t my place to try and understand her brand of uniqueness.
What’s their story?