distinctive tastes

“What’s that?” Roger couldn’t help wondering.

“Oh,” Felix explained. “That’s Blanche’s latest obsession. She’s come under the spell of avant-garde art this month.”

“She insists upon dragging me to all the latest experimental movies, concerts, and poetry readings.

“Just remember,” his friend intoned. “There are worse things in life than being surrounded by hoards of espresso-sucking existentialists in black,

“I know,” Felix explained, “It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable with all those characters.” I wish she’d find friends who are easier to understand.

“Console yourself,” Roger replied,”With the fact that they don’t get you either.”

“That helps,” admitted Felix.

Our fairy blogmother for Friday Fictioneers is Rochelle Wisoff~Fields. This week’s photo prompt has been supplied by Kent Bonham.


myrna and sheldn


Myrna and Sheldn were getting sick and tired of their usual routine, of weekly bowling and pinochle with their friends. One day she suggested they try to get everyone to go to a museum in Manhattan that Friday night instead.

While there, they came upon a particularly odd exhibit. All the eggheads and longhairs in attendance were trying to show off their supposed esthetic sensibilities by claiming to understand it.

There was all sorts of name dropping, references to Munch, Andy Warhol,assorted impressionists. Eventually Sheldn got fed up.

“It’s a lollipop,” he gasped. “Get over it!”