Friday Fictioneers – Abstract


I watch. The brush is poised. And then he moves. From the shoulder, leaving a row of lines on the parchment that summon feeling before my mind understands. I smell the stone ichor of rain, and sense the blunt endurance of a gaunt herd. Beneath his brush, a world begins to breathe.

“Though I saw, I don’t understand. How do you do it, maestro?” I ask.

He smiles that infuriating smile of his. “Rather, ask how you did it. I only made a few squiggles. Your mind made the meaning.”


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.


52 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Abstract

  1. Sweet and mysterious goings on here, Neil. You’ve conjured something out of time, something other in just a few short words. A lovely idea, being able to evoke images from just a few strokes of the brush. Lovely work 🙂

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