for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is abstract.
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Phillip, or Peter as he preferred to be known was the master of saying one thing and doing another.
I remember him once telling us that he was taking up painting and wanted to create an image so detailed you’d think you were looking at the real thing, but his finished piece looked more like an accident in a paint store: it’s an abstract he proudly proclaimed.
He once announced he was to purchase a new car, one that stood out from the rest, maybe red or possibly yellow: so true to form, Phillip or Peter turned up one day in a black one!
There was the time wanted to demonstrate his piano-playing skills and promised that we would be carried away to a place of peace and tranquillity, so we closed our eyes and sat back only to be startled as Phillip, or Peter started randomly plinking and plonking, crashing and bashing; the score was inscribed by a blind composer, he told us.
He said he preferred blondes then he married a brunette, he said he never wanted children and ended up with four, he said he could never live in a city then moved to London, he said … well, you get the idea.
Phillip, or Peter was certain that he would live to ripe old age, so it came as no surprise when he died in his fifties, and as he’d said that when the time came he wanted to be cremated, his wife decided to have him buried.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting
A study in paradox.
Indeed. Perhaps I should have titled it Paradox!
Your title is very apt.
This may sound weird* but I used to envy the
Peter’s of the world.
To be comfortable with what appeared to me as terminal cognitive dissonance… I would (at one time in life) have loved the freedom.
Enjoyable Six
* ok, weirder lol
Wierd, but why not?
“…his finished piece looked more like an accident in a paint store…” – your stories always make me chuckle, Keith! 🙂
That’s good to hear, thank you!
Nice description of abstract painting: “an accident in a paint store”
I didn’t dare tell him that!
Fun piece Keith, and the wife did him proud!
She knew him very well! Thanks, Di.
🙂
Philip or Peter sounds like he was master of contradictions. I guess the clue was that he liked to.br called one name when his name was another.
Spot on, Suzette!
I always found problems with people who don’t settle on one name. It’s a sign.
It does make one wonder!
Peter, um, Phillip, married the right lady.
Very true!
You’ve given me my morning chuckle! P/P and I are rather birds of a feather–or chameleons of a scale? I’ll remember Master of contradictions. It sounds classier than wishy–washy.
Good point, I’ll remember that too!
Agree with “paradox”, “contradiction”… perhaps a bit of George Costanza’s (Seinfeld) short lived philosophy? (do the opposite of what you’d typically do! A kernel of wisdom in that for some of us, lol.)
Excellent set up for use of the prompt word. Enjoyable Six, per usual Keith!
It’s worth letting your mind go in the opposite direction now and again, rather than visiting the same old places. Cheers, Denise.
If if ain’t one thing, it’s the other. Maybe it all balances out in the end?
I’d like to think so! Thanks, Liz.
Of course she did!
For some reason this reminded me of two dolls I had as a kid – Pete and Repete. A blast from the past!
Brilliant names!