The Choice Friday Fictioneer

Friday Fictioneer


He smiled.

Finally he had sold a painting.  He remembered the words of his mother, ” … don’t be an artist.  Get a real job.  Something you can support yourself with.   You can play around with your paints after work, on weekends.  It’s too hard of a life.”

For the first time in his life, he had not listened to her.   He had painted and created and struggled and starved.  For fifteen long years he had barely got by.  He was never happier than when he was painting.   It was the right choice; no factory job or stuffy career for him.

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Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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17 Responses to The Choice Friday Fictioneer

  1. Nan Falkner says:

    You can certainly hear his passion in this story. Wonderful for a starving artist! Love it. Nan


  2. Dear Ruth,

    Good for him. Nice story.




  3. This is a lovely story of a hope fulfilled. A truly happy ending. Well done.


  4. What a thrill to sell a piece. Happy happy story.


  5. LB says:

    Excellent! and I love the happy ending 🙂


  6. atrm61 says:

    He sure deserves some good times now-he has suffered enough-glad his painting was sold and that he did not compromise with his passion.Well done!


  7. benitachell says:

    This can only be the start of better things. Nicely done.


  8. storydivamg says:

    I’m cheering the starving artist on, hoping his changing luck will soon be mine as well.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


  9. plaridel says:

    he’s living the dream. good for him. as another person put it, the journey is half the reward.


  10. pattisj says:

    Great take on the prompt. The “starving” artist day’s may be over.


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