I’ve become a little addicted to flashy, flashy, flashy fiction. Ok, it’s only Flashy Fiction but it’s the name, such fun to say, isn’t it. Go on…give it a try. Today De Miller Jackson posted a challenge to use all the words in the following word tornado…terrific fun.
Here it is:
“Look,” the photography instructor said,
“The juxtaposition of those two items is all wrong.”
“What the hell am I doing here?” he murmured
“Look, see and learn. The photogenic aspect of food can only be achieved if you think a little and put some muscle into it; yes, your brain and your vertebrae. Move that table to the other window…someone bring me an aspirin…Oh my God, not there! And those lacy napkins certainly don’t work. Whose stupid idea was that? Be a little more inventive people! ”
Some of the students moved some items on the table and nodded their heads and generally tried to overcompensate for their lack of experience.
“Now, cameras at the ready, look for the light…wait for it…wait for it…”
“Oh, God, you all missed it!” he shouted.
He reached for the table and plucked up the soda can and shook it at the students in an absentminded way.
“That’s it,” he screamed, “You’re a bunch of incompetents; I can’t possibly teach the fine art here.”
As he walked away, he opened the can of sasspirilla which foamed and streamed right into his face. He tripped on some lighting cords, let out a single vowel and began to tumble across the floor and into the food table.
Several cameras clicked away as students wholeheartedly sniggered and learned that setting up photo shoots is really counterproductive and kills spontaneous creativity.
P.S. That particular class won all sorts of photography awards that season.