There was ska on the radio and fried fish on the table and dusk light leaking through the curtains and a dog barking in someone else’s yard and a painting on the wall that showed three people standing equidistant from one another, facing front, a woman in the middle, a man on either side of her, the woman with the same hair color and sunglasses as the man on her left but the same complexion and clothing color as the man on her right, and the title of the painting was inside the painting, “Hands Off She’s Mine,” it said, on a sign over the three of them, in the window of the store whose sign said “General Store,” and the handling of the light effects in the store window, the reflections of the rear views of the three figures like a decal on the outer surface of the pane, the lights inside the store, from the overhead fluorescents to a neon beer advertisement, passing through like visual smoke through a curtain, was, taken as a whole, fully masterful. If only someone had been in the house to see it. The fish likely smelled delicious.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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