Blocked

Happening somewhere right now…

Podge is busy making Midge some tea. He’s still adding too much sugar. He’ll get it right one day.

“Podge,” says Midge, looking over the case file. “We have a new request. A winter fairy who feels no one understands her art.”

“Creativity is not an easy burden,” says Podge, who has dabbled in poetry.

In the winter kingdom, the winter fairy stands looking at a large block of ice.

“I’m your fairy godmother,” says Midge. “How can I help you?”

“Do you get it?” asks the winter fairy.

“The ice?” asks the fairy godmother.

“I call it ‘Blocked.’” says the winter fairy, laying down her pick. “It’s abstract.”

“Exactly,” says Midge. “And those who wish to imagine… those who strive to see what you see, feel what you create, will find their story in the abstraction.”

“No one has yet,” says the winter fairy.

“And maybe no one will,” says Midge.

Podge looks around, wondering if he was missing something.

“Then what’s the point?” says the winter fairy. “I should have gone to law school when I got in.”

“Do you like to argue?” asks Podge.

“Yes,” says the winter fairy. It had been one of her favorite parts of being an abstract artist, too.

“But do you prefer to hack a heavy pick at a large frozen mass?” asks Midge.

“Yes, and I love to stack asymmetrical snowflakes in one massive pile then invite everyone I know downtown on a Friday at 5pm to look at it,” says the winter fairy.

“Then you’re on the right track,” says Midge, putting her magic wand away into her purse.

“Hey, so you’re not going to do any magic then?” asks the winter fairy.

“Shall I cast a spell that gives everyone the ability to understand all artists and all of their art?” asks Midge.

“It wouldn’t really count then, would it?” says Podge.

“I guess you’re right,” says the winter fairy, defeated.

“Hey,” says Podge, having another look at ‘Blocked.’ “I think I’m getting it.”

“Really?” asks the winter fairy.

“Yeah,” says Podge.

“Fantastic,” says the winter fairy, nodding.

On the way home Midge asks Podge, “So what was it you saw?”

“No idea,” says Podge. “I forgot my coat. It’s bloody freezing.”