Sunday, September 9, 2012

the art gallery

'How do you know it isn't upside down?', she said loud for all to hear.
'How can you tell when sour cream goes bad?', he countered in a mock British wheeze.
'Maybe we should be standing on our heads for this one', she whined with her eyes closed.
'No', he mocked seriousness, 'the rush would hide your adorable freckles'.
She smiled. She liked that. He looked at her then.
'I'm hungry', she said sadly to no one.
'I'll hold your ankles'.
'If you want to do a handstand'.
'I want an omelet'. She looked at the painting searching for breakfast.
They were silent and stood frozen front and center minus a pitchfork.
'Oh no, you must do a handstand too', she said cautiously to match the hum of others. She looked around to see if the gallery was clear. It wasn't. People were interpreting spotlighted golden-framed gibberish in high nasal tones all over the place. She touched his arm and he auto reflexed his arm around her waist hooking his right thumb into her blue jean belt loop. 'Let's do it', she whispered, confident the nearsighted Pince-Nez Convention would not be able to focus in time.

They both balanced a close up view of the glossy wood-grained floor for two seconds, ignored their only chance to see a brilliant painting in the right perspective, then tumbled upon one another laughing. The gallery looked down their noses and harrumphed. The art museum curator, a former librarian and professional susher, perplexedly touched the two moist hairs on top of his head, then hurried for the eighty year-old security guard. Charles held Emma and smothered her blushing cheeks; she giggled as though slobbered by a puppy. They stood; he brushed dust off her bottom over and over and over, and she was laughing. Matisse applauded, Monet scolded, Henri told Claude where he could go, and Gauguin heaved a bowl of fruit at the lovers for attention, but mostly because Emma hadn't had any breakfast.

Breakfast (1921)
--Fernand Leger


Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

This is the cutest write ever...I giggled all the way know I always read them out loud to myself...

9/09/2012 5:51 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

ha i wanna go to an art museum with them...i think they have a lot of fun...smiles.

9/09/2012 6:48 PM  
Blogger Linda said...

They definitely need to have private rooms for aesthetic responses to the public enjoyment of the art experience. Why don't they? I love your thinking Phil. Wonderful! =D

9/09/2012 9:12 PM  
Blogger R. Burnett Baker said...

I can just hear them saying and see them doing all of this! Fun Fun fun story, and one we should all try at least once in our lives!

9/09/2012 9:40 PM  
Blogger Berowne said...

A true pleasure...

9/10/2012 6:05 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Such a wonderful write!

blacker than the white

9/10/2012 12:55 PM  
Blogger Lyn said...

I love an absurdist universe, especially one that's funny as!!

9/10/2012 3:20 PM  
Blogger Wayne Pitchko said...

I really enjoyed reading your words Phil....thanks for sharing

9/11/2012 12:34 AM  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

Art galleries can be fun...

Anna :o]

9/13/2012 8:09 AM  
Blogger Margaret said...

the eighty year-old security guard

ha ha so true!

9/15/2012 10:40 PM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

What fun! I'm tempted to try it myself.

9/18/2012 12:07 PM  

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