Friday Fiction: Full Of Surprises

“Stop him, please!” The caller identified “him” as Nelson and gave details linking him to two homicides. Calling himself “The Admiral,” Nelson’s bullying started in secondary school; she and many others had the scars to prove it.

Driving through sunshine one minute and mist the next, she smiled at how both life and the countryside were full of surprises.

Nelson saw her entering the pub and shouted, “Hey! Dunce Diana! Still falling down stairs?”

His laughter ended as he watched her. “That’s Detective Chief Inspector Penrith, to you,” she said, reaching for her handcuffs. “You’re under arrest.”

Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt, copyright Erin Leary

Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt, copyright Erin Leary

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Wrong Side, Right Side

Learning to paint with oils is a whole new world for me. (Not that I know how to paint with anything else; I don’t.) I now have a new set of supplies to get me started: canvas pads, brushes, paints, cleaning solutions. As far as I can tell, there is only one way for me to learn things: the hard way.

Example: I get to class, open my instruction booklet and pick up where I left off at the end of the previous class. I remove one sheet from the canvas pad and clip it to the support board, load up my paint and off I go with the current lesson.

Or not. First thing the instructor says when she stops by my station (after I’d been painting a while) is, “That’s the wrong side.”

Painting with oils on the wrong side of the canvas

The wrong side

“The wrong side of what?” I ask.

“The wrong side of the canvas.” She flips it over to show me the difference.

“Oh.” (The art world is safe from me, I can tell right now.)

 

 

I clip the same canvas to the support board and start over.

Wow! What a difference using the right side makes!! (That looked and sounded funnier in class.)

Painting with oils on the right side of the canvas

The Right Side