What Art Did For Hank (short fiction)

What Art Did For Hank (short fiction)
Daily Prompt: The Artist’s Eye

Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.

The Jittery Goat

images[10]Daily Prompt: The Artist’s Eye

Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.)

Penelope and Hank came from two different worlds. Penelope from a world of beauty, grace, and affluence. Hank from grease, mud, and manure. Their worlds were never going to meet, but they created their own little planet in a special corner of the cosmos.

“I don’t like art,” Hank said all the way to the gallery. “It’s full of weirdos and people who aren’t who they are and if that is who they are, I want no part of ‘em.”

“I spent two weeks birthing calves, stacking hay, and shoveling smelly stuff all for you,” Penelope said.

“And that’s the only reason I’m here with you today,” Hank said. “Two weeks on the farm is only worth…

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