One Minute Fiction — The Sound of Silence

The nursing home administrator, Mrs. Kramer, was getting frustrated by the virtually unabated street noise outside of her facility. The staff said the continuous din was interfering with their work, residents were complaining about the loud music being played around the clock, and visitors were annoyed by the cacophony. Mrs. Kramer persuaded the city to put up signs indicating that the area had been designated as a quiet zone, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

At her wit’s end, Mrs. Kramer was desperate to silence the noise. So she did something she never thought she would do. She hired a graffiti artist to paint a large mural on the side of a building across the street from the nursing home.

From that point forward, Mrs. Kramer, her nursing home staff, the resident, and the visitors basked in the sound of silence.


Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: unattributed.

#WDYS — The Mural

“Damn,” Dylan said. “I just finished this mural on Friday and some vandals have been writing all over it already. What’s wrong with people?”

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay,” Dylan’s friend, Thomas, said. “I’m sure she’ll still love it. It’s better than just buying her some cheap trinket for her birthday.”

“She’s gonna be here in a few minutes, Thomas,” Dylan said. “No way I can get all this graffiti off of it and touch it up to make it look good. I worked hard on this portrait.”

“No doubt, dude,” Thomas said, “but this has some street cred now, you know what I’m saying? You should be proud of yourself and I know that Nicole will be thrilled.”

That was when Nicole, a flounce in her step, showed up. As soon as she looked at the mural she expeled an exaggerated gasp. “Oh my God, Dylan, did you paint that mural of me?”

“Yes, I did,” Dylan said. “Happy birthday, hon. But I’m afraid there is already graffiti all over it.”

“Don’t worry about that, babe,” Nicole said. “That just gives it character. I adore it. You really captured my essence. How about if we go home and celebrate. Your mural of me is making me feel quite frisky.”

Feeling a bit awkward standing next to Dylan and Nicole locked in a passionate embrace, Thomas looked at this watch and said, “Oh my, will you look at the time. I gotta split. I’ll catch you two later,” and he walked away unnoticed by the couple.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Sean Robertson at Unsplash. And for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (writing), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trinket), Word of the Day Challenge (self), Your Daily Word Prompt (flounce), Ragtag Daily Prompt (expel), and MMA Storytime (frisky).

#writephoto — The Forest for the Trees

132116e7-f536-491f-b49e-6d3f0c1d9014“That is absolutely fantastic,” Ellen said as she and her son were on their way to do some shopping at their local mall.

“What is, Mom?” Jimmy asked.

Ellen pointed to the wall. “That is,” she said. “It is so artistic, so expressive. The genius of the person who created it is truly amazing.”

“Uh, Mom,” Jimmy said, “I think you’re going a little overboard in your enthusiasm. It seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“Straightforward?” Ellen exclaimed. “You take after your father, don’t you? Just like him, you fail to see the beauty and artistry that is all around us. How can you see that,” she said, pointing again to the wall, “and not feel a sense of wonder? How does it not stir your imagination, heighten your senses, and elevate your spirit?”

“What are you talking about, Mom?” Jimmy asked. “It’s just a sign. And it’s kind of funny, actually.”

“Yes, it is a sign,” Ellen said. “It’s a sign from God. It’s a sign that speaks to the talent, artistry, and grace He has imbued in us. It’s a celebration of His love for us. There’s nothing funny about it. It’s a thing of beauty. It’s inspirational.”

“Mom,” Jimmy said, shaking his head. “It’s a sign that has two cartoon-like cars facing each other. It says, ‘Please Park Bumper-to-Bumper.’”

“I’m talking about the mural painted on the wall,” Ellen said, “not about the damn parking sign. You are so like your father. You can’t see the forest for the trees.” she added, as she stalked off in the direction of the mall.

“Whatever,” Jimmy sighed under his breath, running to catch up with his mother.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

#100WW — Not What I Expected

img_2416“Well, what do you think?” Hanz asked.

“It’s not what I expected,” Helene said. “When you said you wanted to paint a mural on my wall, I was expecting something a bit more, shall we say, pastoral. More a reflection of the countryside.”

“But, Helene, I painted this in your honor. It’s an homage to you, my dear,” Hanz explained.”

“I’m flattered, of course,” Helene said, “but it’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s a masterpiece,” Hanz said.

“Well,” Helene said, “you’d better take a picture of it.”

“A picture? Why?”

“Because I’m going to whitewash over it tomorrow.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt.