Friday, July 3, 2015

The Beholder

Photo property of Jean L. Hays


Joseph “Joey Bones” Giabone stepped from his Town Car onto the sand-swept roadside. His son, Joey Jr. stood nearby, pointing excitedly.

Joey Sr. gazed with a befuddled expression at the rusty, garishly-painted hulks. “And I am to understand for this you abandoned business school and exhausted the bulk of your trust fund?”

“It’s called avant garde art, Papa. Isn’t it wondrous?”

Sighing, Joey placed a hand on his bodyguard’s shoulder, and whispered sotto voce, “Chastise the boy but bring him home alive, eh?”

He climbed back into his car, giving not a second thought to his son’s latest foolhardy endeavor.



This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt. 

4 comments:

  1. Some people just don't appreciate art. Yeesh!

    My #FF This Week

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  2. Dear Jeffrey,

    I can only imagine what 'chastisement' might mean.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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