tales of Suchita

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know man. Is it to tell us about an ordinary life?”

“Nah – look at all the stripes . Maybe it is about criminals. That they live among us and there’s nothing really to be done about it.”

“Come now Tom don’t be silly. Just because it is black and white stripes is not reason to believe in criminality.”

“Oh if you’re so clever, Lucian why don’t you tell me what the painter is trying to tell us?”

“Simply this my friend – he didn’t have the time to paint one so put up a picture instead!”

Tom laughed. It did look suspiciously like a photo than a painting. “Maybe it reflects us and our state of mind.”

“Oh Tom it’s a painting for heaven’s sake. Why do we need to find meaning behind it? The colours and stripes could simply mean the people who bought these clothes have no imagination.”

“But what does that say about the painter? Maybe…”

“What are you two yapping on about,” asked Tilly, walking up to the two boys who seemed almost to the point of coming to blows.

“This,” said Lucian, showing Tilly the painting in front of them. He couldn’t curb the instinct to impress her so went on about how Tom thought it had a deeper meaning whereas he thought there was simply no depth.

Tilly laughed shrilly and slapped them across their heads. “You are looking out a window you fools. The exhibition is this way.”

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Written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – June 2018 photo prompt.