Artistic License

Story by StGeorgesHorse on SoFurry

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#2 of Miscellany

A little something my brain forced out tonight. Figured it would tide you over until I get bigger and better things written. Hope you enjoy it. It's very short, like one of the others I wrote recently, and filled with a little bit of humor. Hope you appreciate it. I have marked it as adult just so someone doesn't get upset.


Mrs. Wigglesworth hardly considered

herself a snoop, but when she happened upon her daughter's diary hidden under

her mattress, she had to have a mental argument with herself over whether or

not the contents should remain private, or if she, as a mother, should have a

look. In the end, her natural noisiness won out.

It wasn't that she didn't trust her

daughter precisely, but the girl had been once in a very dark mood, yet for the

past few months she had seemed to have bloomed and now showed more of an

interest in so many things. She had never asked her about it, but maybe this

was the time to find out.

She flipped back through the pages until

she found the approximate time this all started. There wasn't much there. The

entries were abbreviated, much like the texts she sent, so making sense of them

was a little difficult at first.

"Sept 29th. Haley said I should try glass in art class. I'm

not too sure about that."

A few more entries that didn't say

much and then another about her art class.

"Oct 12th. Took Haley's dare to have a go at glass. It wasn't

quite what I thought it would be. Might have possibilities."

She flipped through the pages,

intrigued that her daughter had taken an involvement in something as

interesting as glass working and had never mentioned it. Oh well, maybe she was

making something to surprise her wonderful, doting mother with, and therefore

had opted to keep it a secret until the final moment. After all, Christmas was merely

a month away!

Curiosity got the better of her so

she kept on reading. After all, now there were hints at what might be coming

during the yuletide season. A vase might be nice, but then, a few orange

colored carrots to set on the end table might be a nice conversation starter with

the neighbors.

"October 19th. Blowing glass was an interesting experience.

So hot and viscous. Not sure what to do with it. Still learning I guess."

This was followed by one talking about

her friend.

"October 23rd. Haley's really getting into this. I think I might have to try harder or

she'll beat me out on all the fun."

"My, my. My little girl in a

competition with her friend! It'll be interesting to see who does a better

piece. I'll bet my little bunny-girl will come out on top!"

There was a bit in the pages about

a fight at the school, and then an entry talking about how she had feelings for

a teacher. Mrs. Wigglesworth smiled. She had once had a crush on one of the teachers

in her school too. Too bad she didn't say who it was. It might be interesting

to see if she, being a mother and a former teenager, could pick the fine fellow

out in the faculty roster. But alas, all she talked about was her art class

some more.

The last entry, and thus bringing

the diary up to date, was this one.

"November 7th. Took the plunge. I think I'm really liking

this a lot. The heat is hard to get used to and the effort makes me sweat, but

I think that I hooked."

Mrs. Wigglesworth put the diary

back where she found it and continued to straighten up the room. As she did,

she kept imagining all sorts of neat things that her daughter was making at

school. Kids today had so much more available to them. When she was in school,

girls took home economics. Now days, females had the freedom to do all kinds of

innovative things.

The weeks passed by and her

daughter seemed to be both happier and a little more secretive. That was understandable,

considering that she was trying to keep whatever she was making a secret. So

being the good and patient mother that she was, she mentioned nothing to her

daughter about peeking into her diary and simply waited until school was going

to let out for the fall semester.

Why then in particular? Well, she

was informed that their art class was going to have an open house before the

end of the year to showcase the materials that the students had been doing all

year.

Mrs. Wigglesworth was very excited.

She was a very proud mother indeed

when she entered into the art exhibition with her daughter. True, the girl ran

off before showing her the items she had made, but she was a resourceful

matron. She would find them on her own.

But try though she might, she found

nothing remotely resembling what she had expected to find. A handsome gentleman

hare came up, approached her with a smile and asked, "Can I help you find

something?"

The long-eared lady was a little distracted.

"I suppose. I'm looking for my daughter's art project."

"I see," he said. "And you are?"

"Harriet Wigglesworth."

"Oh, I should have seen the family resemblance.

Chastity has your good looks."

She turned and smiled at him,

blushing a little under her white fur.

"Why, you're too kind, mister...?"

"Oh, I'm the art teacher here. My

name is Howard. Howard Glass..."