Black, White and Grey


The art class was full, I knew instantly that I shouldn’t have come.

Two months since he had left on the worst day of my life.  I hoped not to get into conversation; I hoped no one asked anything.

Just keep your head down and you will be fine.

“Now class, if you are all ready at your easels, I will unveil todays subject.”

The sheet dropped and I stared at the boat, so grey; so colourless, much like my life.  Brush stokes flew around my canvas.

“Goodness, you are doing well today!”

“He drowned, see.”  I didn’t say.


Written as a 100 word picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers.


About liz2you

Life just happens when you plan something else. 50 years spent in Africa and relevant stories.
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11 Responses to Black, White and Grey

  1. Absolutely wonderful writing

  2. Dear Liz,

    I can well imagine that painting with all the emotion behind the brushstrokes. Nicely framed and written.



  3. liz2you says:

    Hi Rochelle, I am sure painting is therapeutic after a loss; just as I know writing is. Liz

  4. Margaret says:

    Very nice. So full of feeling – her grief is just under the surface right through the story, but we don’t find out until the end that this is what the feeling is.

  5. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Liz, Good story and this will be good therapy for her – I hope! Nan 🙂

  6. liz2you says:

    Nan, sometimes one surprises ones self when the story comes together, and then think, well this could be developed…… hmmmmmm. Thanks for reading. Liz

  7. storydivamg says:

    Dear Liz,
    There is much therapeutic value in art. You might be interested in the true story of the woman who inspired the story and movie Million Dollar Baby. Rather than dying, she worked hard toward rehabilitation, and a class called “Paint or Die” literally saved her life. Here’s a link:

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

  8. Michael B. Fishman says:

    As someone who is always hoping not to get into conversation I can really identify with this story. I can only imagine the rush of emotions the narrator felt when the sheet dropped and she stared at the boat.

  9. liz2you says:

    Thanks for reading Michael, popping in and showing your face. I’ll pop over to yours, and promise not to make conversation! Liz

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