Squeaker was originally written for SF MoMA’s storytelling in the Gallery.
Squeaker doesn’t usually go to museums, would never hang out with the cute guy in her art history class. But here she is, in the gallery, trying to find a work of art for her “formal analysis,” and He is standing right next to her. Does she tell him what she really thinks of the painting, or stay mum for a shot at an actual date?
Sharon Eberhardt 