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    Crash Course

     

    She turns, locking eyes with a student in the second row. “Impressionism? Rejected.” She steps forward. “Cubism? Mocked…… Abstract expressionism? Called meaningless.”

     

    She allows the silence to sit. “And yet…” she continues, softer now, “those are the movements we study. The ones that changed everything.” She leans against the desk slightly. “So, the question isn’t whether something is art…” She pauses for a beat. “It’s who gets to decide.”

     

    The room is quiet now, and everyone is fully locked in.

     

    Bette allows herself a small, satisfied smile. “Assignment for next week,” she says, shifting gears. “I want you to find a piece, you decide the medium, that was dismissed in its time. I want you to tell me why… and whether you think history got it right…”

     

    ***

     

    After class, students filter out, some lingering to ask questions before finally disappearing into the hallway.

     

    Bette packs her bag, reaching up to power down the projector. She turns and pauses when she sees an unfamiliar woman, dressed in an immaculate skirt suit, descending the steps with quiet confidence.

     

    “Hi?” Bette says, offering a polite smile.

     

    The woman returns it warmly. “Hi there… hell of a lecture, Professor.”

     

    “Thanks…” Bette replies, brows knitting slightly. “I’m sorry, are you new to the class? It’s a little late in the semester to—”

     

    “Oh, no,” the woman interrupts gently, lifting a hand. “Nothing like that.”

     

    Bette closes her briefcase and leans back against the desk. “Right… so then you are…?”

     

    The woman extends her hand. “My name is Phyllis Kroll… Dean of Admissions at California University.”

     

    Bette’s brows lift with recognition as she shakes her hand. “Ah… nice. You’re a long way from the lights of Hollywood, aren’t you?”

     

    Phyllis smiles. “I am… but with good reason.” She pauses for a beat. “I’m here to talk to you about joining my staff.”

     

    Bette lets out a soft laugh, crossing her arms. “Again… you’ve traveled a bit far in your search for an art professor, Mrs. Kroll.”

     

    “You would be correct,” Phyllis says smoothly, setting her purse on the desk, “if I were only looking for a professor.”

     

    That catches Bette’s attention.

     

    Comments

    1. Thank you so much for this new story. I love your writing. You’re very good at pacing and giving the right weight to an incident. The scene with Bette and Melvin is wonderful. Effortless to picture them at the table, to hear them say those words. You’ve humanised Melvin too, given us a reason why Bette loves him, despite everything. She wouldn’t be who she is without him. I also LOVE your descriptions of Bette in Philly. We don’t see that very often, but it’s important I think to how she carries herself in LA. Just a great opening – please write and post more when you can. I know it’s quiet around here, but you are helping! Big thanks from me.

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