"Melinda's Life of dick-art"
Y. Misdaq

George is a cute posh kid with parents who ignore him.
Melinda is an upper class mother who ignores him.

George- Mummy, where are you going?
Melinda- I told you George, mummies going to see the pictures with her friend Fernando at the gallery.
George- Mummy, may I come?
Melinda- No George, stupid little shit-heads aren't allowed, now run off back to your feminist toys I gave you.
George- Mummy is Fernando to be my father figure? Are you an item with Fernando mummy?
Melinda- No George, remember what I told you, Mummies a lesbian, make sure you tell that to Jason's father tomorrow okay?
George- Yes mummy.

At the gallery.

Melinda- This is a lovely piece, look at the penis, so erect, so expressive.

Fernando- It looks like a big cock. But why all the shit?

Melinda- It represents the essence of life. Something exquisite.

Fernando- Just looks like shit spread on a dick to me Melly. Humorous at best I'm afraid. Look at that painting, it's beautiful.

Melinda- It's just a picture of the sunrise you silly fucker!

Fernando- Melinda, tell me you don't feel good when you see a sunrise, tell me you don't feel like crying when you see the shadows reflected on the dusty streets. Tell me anything, but don't say it's just a picture of the sunrise, it's beautiful. Life is beautiful. This is a penis covered in excretion, that is beauty.

Melinda- Come on now Fernando, it's simplistic shit, I'm shocked they even let it be displayed.

Fernando gets emotional- You English have no heart, you're cold like the frozen peas you eat grudgingly, you are shit, and a slut, I hate you.

Melinda- Fuck off Fernando, I'm the sexiest woman you've ever been with, so shut your filthy fucking spanish mouth before I expose your stupidity.

Melinda walks off calmly to further inspect the penis with shit on it.

Melinda- Exquisite. It's so strong.

Artist- I made this piece to make the lines of art clearer for you Melinda. I made it so that Fernando could appreciate the finer things in life. I made it to separate the lost from the found peoples of this planet.

Melinda- Were you listening to our conversation? I'm so sorry, Fernando has no eye for art, he's not very artistically inclined you see! Look at him with his sunrise, I'm afraid he's one who remains the same rather than evolving like me, I mean 'a sunrise'? That's so 1972!

Artist- I painted the sunrise as well Melinda. This is my gallery, you were too caught up in what you were going to wear tonight that you forgot where you were actually going, your dress is ugly, and your soul is ugly. This painting is ugly, and that sunrise is beauty.

Melinda- I love it, and I personally couldn't give a fuck what you thought of it.

Artist- It's my painting, why don't you go outside and look for some shit in the gutters, or penises in a seedy male stripping club, your a dirty slut, your life means nothing anyway.

Artist calls security and tells them to escort Melinda from the premises. Melinda screams and kicks and hurls profanities at artist as artist strides towards Fernando who is admiring the beauty of the sunsets reflection on a building.

George is growing, and the future is now.
George- Mum, you stupid fucking slag!
Melinda- Fuck off George, I had to go to the Gallery, I can't remember everything for you.
George- I'm moving out
Melinda- Off you go then George.

George is old, Melinda is older, crying on her own as she now looks like all the other old women she used to ignore.

Melinda- My gas oven doesn't work. I'm cold and alone. You fucking kids don't take care of anybody but yourselves, selfish fuckers.

Life laughs.
But if you don't live it, then it laughs forever at you, even when you feel so confident that your views are right, laughter is only waiting to catch you up, until your old, and lonely, and your gas oven no longer works.

By Y. Misdaq
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