The Other McCain

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Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | December 18, 2015 | 2 Comments

by Smitty

“I get it; the interplay between the geometric precision of the arches in the vaulted roof, the straightness of the pillars and the squares of the floor, against the snapshot of chaos, as the simulated tsunami crashes through the windows, with the unevenness of the edge on the floor pointing out how the random nature of reality mocks all of our mortal vanity. What do you call the piece?”
“Climate Change.”
“Really? The commission?”
“Six figures from the National Endowment for the Arts.”
“My tax dollars bought this?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll offer a Mel Brooks reference,” reaching for his zipper.

via Darleen, with apologies, as hers was better.

Category: Friday Fiction

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2 Responses to “Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge”

  1. Steve White
    December 18th, 2015 @ 6:24 pm

    I stepped through the vaulted room. The blast over the city had pushed the windows in, leaving melted glass. How the pillars remained standing I do not know. The room had been picked clean — the altar gone, the pews long turned into firewood by desperate people, leaving only the pavers in the floor.

    Either the priest would come or he wouldn’t. I could wait long enough to see. The day outside the windows was too bright still. The night would hide the ruins; it would serve to hide me, it might even hide my soul.

  2. Rodrigo
    December 19th, 2015 @ 4:36 pm

    Once upon a time, Republicans might be expected to defund leftist political cartoons mascaraing as “art” and acting essentially as bribes for others to create more. Now, not so much.