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I never really liked museums.
They were hallways and hallways of pictures and sculptures I never really understood, nor cared about enough to try to.
"You know, I personally think he should've added a little less blue."
I flinched, startled by the sound of the stranger beside me. We were standing before a painting titled, Daisies. It was of a house on a hill. Beside the house was a man in red, standing in a field of ivory flowers. Despite the stranger's comment, the colour blue was nowhere in sight.
"But... there is no blue..." I muttered as I eyed the man beside me.
He looked no older than 25. He wore glasses and a long trench coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. He looked amused, though his smile revealed something more. There was something almost childish about his demeanor.
He chuckled at my response and said, "Well, of course there isn't. The painting isn't called 'The Blue Painting', after all."
"Then, why did you say you would've preferred less of the colour blue?" I asked, incredibly confused. I couldn't understand what he saw in it. To me, it was nothing more than a peaceful scene.
He only gave me a small grin before saying, "It isn't the colour I'm talking about."
"I don't understand."
This time, the stranger laughed out loud, as though overjoyed by my confusion. This angered me a little.
"What's so funny?" I asked rather defensively.
The man shook his head and said, "No, no. It's nothing. Here, take this and put it on." He took off his glasses and placed them on my palm. "It will show you everything."
"Okay..." I hesitantly put them on. I looked at the artwork before us. "I don't get it. Nothing's changed."
I looked at the stranger. He was smiling. He placed a hand on my shoulder, turned, and walked away.
My gaze trailed back to the painting, and to my surprise, the scene was washed in azure.
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I really enjoyed reading this! The mystery surrounding the stranger immediately caught my attention, especially because he seems to see something in the painting that the narrator completely misses. I really liked the idea of the glasses allowing the narrator to see things differently—it makes the reader curious about what they actually reveal. The dialogue also feels natural, and the stranger’s slightly childish and mysterious personality makes him really interesting. I especially liked the contrast between the narrator seeing the painting as a peaceful scene and the stranger talking about something deeper that isn’t actually visible to the naked eye. The ending, with the scene suddenly being “washed in azure,” was my favorite part because it leaves so many questions about what happens next. It feels like the beginning of a much bigger mystery involving art, perception, and perhaps something magical. Overall, this was really intriguing and definitely made me want to read the next part!
Hey! This is such a short little piece but it is clever and it takes a normal museum visit and makes it a surreal experience without giving away everything, which makes the end result really well done.
I really liked the introduction of the story because the narrator immediately shows their attitude towards art.
They were hallways and hallways of meaningless pictures and sculptures. I never really understood the sentiment of them.
This makes the stranger's appearance in the story more interesting since he is almost the exact opposite of the narrator. Where the narrator sees the picture as a harmonious and calm scene, the stranger obviously sees something else.
The dialogue is probably my favorite part of the story because the stranger's comment about wanting "a little less blue" in it is pretty confusing since there isn't any blue in the painting! This shows a little mystery in the story and I really liked that the narrator attempted to reason out what the stranger meant because he obviously knew more than anyone else. I also liked the description of the stranger:
His face wore an expression of amusement, though his smile revealed something more. He looked almost childish in a way.
This gave him an air of mystery without making him seem like an antagonist of sorts.
I liked the idea of the glasses the stranger put on the narrator's eyes.
It makes it seem like there might be something he is hiding by making the narrator put them on, but then the narrator says that nothing had seemed to change and there is a moment where it seems like maybe the stranger was just messing with the narrator.
Then he left.
The painting changed.
My gaze trailed back to the painting, and to my surprise, everything was azure.
I really like that the author used a more colorful word (azure) here instead of just saying everything was blue because that seems to connect the two events (the stranger's comment, the change in the painting). I also think the ending is well written because it doesn't explain how the change happened or what the change was even about. Maybe the glasses changed the color perception of the narrator? Or maybe the stranger revealed something that the narrator didn't know about the painting? The lack of explanation allows the reader to wonder about that.
If you want to develop this piece further, I think there is a large opportunity to explain what the blue signifies or means. But as a micro story, I like that it doesn't explain everything. It leaves you wondering why everything turned blue was it the glasses? Did the stranger reveal the true nature of the painting? The lack of explanation is the kind of ending I like for a piece like this a moment where the reader is left wondering, "Wait... what?"
This is a little micro story about an odd event in a museum that makes the reader wonder about something that just happened. In fact, it makes the reader wonder about something that happened for the entire piece.
Lovely work! <3
I enjoyed this prose. It has a simple premise, but something is unsettling about the way the stranger talks around the painting instead of explaining it. The opening also establishes the narrator’s indifference to art nicely, which makes the final image hit harder. The stranger’s childish amusement works especially well too. He acts like he knows something the narrator doesn’t, without the prose ever needing to explain what.
The main things I would look at are mostly wording. “Hallways and hallways of meaningless pictures” gets the point across, but “meaningless” tells us the narrator’s opinion very directly, so a more specific description might make that attitude feel more natural. “His face wore an expression of amusement” also reads awkwardly, and “named, Daisies” should be “titled Daisies.” The final sentence could be stronger with more specificity about what became azure, because that is the image the whole piece has been quietly building toward.
Thank you for this read.
Ouuu thank you for this review!! It was really helpful!