Georges loved bright colours and geometry. He loved doodling squares and triangles everywhere.
He got into trouble with the city when he left his signature doodles on the surface of public places.
His teachers gifted a big red circle on his report cards.
His mother, worried about his future, made him promise, on her deathbed, “Promise me that you won’t ever doodle on walls, floors..”
“Yes Maman”, he promised.
“On tables, chairs, pews, altars , curtains , clothes or on paper.”, she added all possible surfaces, knowing how literal-minded her son was.
“I promise Maman”.
Georges wondered, as he laid the tile, if Maman could see this beautiful pattern on the roof, from above.
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I google-d and found out that this picture is from Dijon, France – which is famous for buildings with polychrome glazed roofs tiles among others.
I couldn’t help but wonder about the minds of human that envision such complex geometrical patterns and execute them as art. Sometimes such minds, fixated on geometry, are labelled autistic ….maybe they need to be labelled artistic instead. Sadly ,children of all mind-shapes are expected to fit into one pattern ….like a square peg in a round hole.
This 100+ word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt: