Harmony

“The paints have different textures, so they won’t blend,” my friend looks hassled as she struggles with her brushes and an old canvas for trials.

“Are you trying to invent a new art form, without a different set of tools?”

“Not really, just that I couldn’t find the colors I needed in the same brand.”

‘Would you still complain about the generational conflict in your family?”

“And how is that linked to paints?” She looks at me mockingly.

“Aren’t expectations of natural harmony too high, when personalities are inherently different, and you’ve not been trained how to deal with it?”

Written for Six Sentence Stories prompt by Denise Farley

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