By Perry McDaid
Jim wished he had the money to tour: to seek out inspiration. Business was bad. Wasn’t anyone getting married these days?
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While the wedding business was flourishing, Anthony—school acquaintance—had visited the studio, been effusive about the abstracts, and persuaded Jim to exhibit his photography in Anthony’s gallery.
No charge, he’d said. Percentage.
Fine…
Except it wasn’t. His work didn’t sell. The subject matter was too similar to better-known photographers who were…well…better.
A bill had appeared. Anthony had vanished.
***
Fire service and police responded quickly, but not before Jim got some great internal shots of the blazing studio.
A nice little micro.
If you can’t make a buck one way, you can always try a little arson. Cute story.