‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’
‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers.
‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, cars, tattoos…’
‘You did very well at that Tattoos and Blues.’
‘Yea, but art is art, whether on skin or canvas. And Mr Bloody Body Beautiful.’
‘You could have called on me to judge, I wouldn’t have minded.’
Kezlia ignored her. ‘And now the Black Art of Pancake Threading. What do I know about that?’
95 words: Judge
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt











