The Portrait

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story written in dialogue between two characters.

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Submitted: April 26, 2017



The Portrait


You are the artist?”

Yes, Madam. All of the paintings on display here today are my own work.”

Well, they’re can I put this?..... Interesting! That’s the word I was looking for.”

Should I take that as a compliment?”

Oh, yes, definitely! Interesting is good, in my book anyway. A bit of controversy goes....”

You find my art controversial, then?”

You have to admit it’s unusual!”

Unusual? Controversial? No, I don’t think so. They are not meant to be either. Just.....original!”

Fine! If that’s what you want me to call them, fair enough.”

Okay, Madam, these are indeed my ‘original works’. Is there any particular one that is of interest to you?”

This one here is my favourite. The streaks, the powerful colors.....A wonderful landscape!”

Is it, indeed! You do realize that the picture you are pointing at is NOT a landscape?”

But I’m sure.....Oh, I’m so sorry. But it is still my favourite piece, landscape or not.”

What was it called now? Let me just read the title out to you, if I may, as it seems Madam might have forgotten her reading glasses.”

I don’t wear.....”

The piece is called, “The Artist Paints”. It is a self-portrait! Not a landscape. Not a still life. It is my representation of myself!”

I’m sorry! I never meant to cause you any offence. In fact, I’d like to purchase it from you...”



I said ‘No!’”

I guess you misunderstood. I don’t want to remove it from the exhibition. Just put a little tag on it and I’ll pick it up at the end of the last show!”

No! This piece is not for sale.”

But look, here, in the brochure. It says quite clearly that all works are for sale!”

This one is not! Not to you, anyway, Madam. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Oh, come on. Name your price.”

No. Now I mus.....”

I’ll double it! Whatever you ask for it, I’ll pay twice over!”

Listen, Madam! You will never own this piece! Never! I would sooner stamp on it, tear it, burn it to ash, than allow you to gain possession of it!”


Landscape, indeed!”



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