Instant Fiction!

It was warm for February. Not enough to fry an egg on the hood of a Subaru but mild enough for Daffodils to bloom 8 weeks ahead of schedule. I sat looking out the window nursing a filter coffee and fearing for icecaps and polar bears. The phone rang. Art maven, Walter Pernn was calling to remind me about the VIP digital art fair. "That stands for Very Impotent Persons, am I right?" He said I was a very funny loser. Walter describes his purchase, " It is an illustrative portrait of Jazzy Jeff. Got it for a song." "That is Old School," I suggested. He responded, "Yes, I love Old School!" I was apparently missing out. Regardless of the weather, I'd spent the winter with an unending ailment which was leading to my own personal extinction event. I rang off and continued sipping my coffee.