I bought six postcards at the Tate Modern last week, each featuring a different artist.
I’ve written a very short story on the back of each one. No, I didn’t realise Jan Carson has already done it.
It’s a fun exercise, so I thought I’d post the results here. Today’s is Lucien Freud, Girl With A Kitten.
If you’re lonely and want to get some mail, drop me a line and I’ll post one to you. Second class, obviously.
Boys Don’t Cry
Anita sang,
“I would say I’m sorry,
If I thought that it would change your mind…”
Only to catch Jeremy wincing and trail off on the third line.
Jeremy seized the microphone, words still scrolling on the screen. He said,
“I can’t cover it all up with lies,
Robert Smith doesn’t hiss or scream.”
His kitten clawed at the sofa’s upholstery. A distraction for delaying Anita’s wavering lip. But the diversion was momentary, and soon his words cut deep.
Karaoke had been his idea. Why was he such a pig?
Inflamed, she grabbed his cat and squeezed it like a microphone.
No need to sing into it, that’d muffle the crunch of bone.
Anita smiled at Jeremy and said, “Let’s see if boys don’t cry.”
Henry Says 