She was as pretty as a painting. A real classical oil on canvas girl. But she told me she was framed….
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt:
She was the girl of my dreams – at least of my picture frame
The day she “came out” I thought I died.
She stepped out of the frame so unexpectedly. My heart leaped into my throat. I gulped, and it hurt terribly. I remember thinking I’d better take an antacid quickly because this acid reflux was gonna burn real bad.
Next thing I know I’m on the ground. She’s patting my hand and calling me “sweet thing”. Her breath is warm in my ear as she whispers to me to come back to her. She knows how much I’ve admired her all these years. She no longer could contain her affections. So I had better not die. Besides, she said something about having sold something to someone to come to me.
This was the first time that I ever felt that I could die happy from a woman’s attentions without having any carnal knowledge of her. She slapped my face hard and complained, “Not if I can help it.”
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
That would scare me too! Terrific story.
Thanks….
A very interesting and scary piece!
thanks…
Whoa.. Scary.. And to think of antacid when she comes out, hehe.. That’s the first thing that comes to his mind!:-)
Isn’t that the first thing that comes to everyone’s mind?
Ha ha! Loved his reaction to his amorous portrait, doesn’t look like she’ll take no for an answer. Could turn out fun for him or a nightmare…can’t quite decide!
I don’t think she’ll let him get away without having a little fun…
and I think he’ll have it, after all she is the girl of his dreams.
I’m sorry I’ve been quiet, lately. I always enjoy the flow of your stories. They’ve a charming cadence that reads very simply, yet evokes plenty of humor and emotion. That slap and last sentence made me grin!
Thanks for your kind words.
I just reread the last sentence and I just grinned again too while rereading it.
Splendid.. That would require more than antacid 🙂
You’re probably right there… Randy
O my! Why do I suspect that this won’t end well? I agree with the others…this is a creepy little piece — in entirely a good way! Sometimes the thing you wish for is the one thing you should never have…!
Thanks for another great VisDare!!
Thanks for a great response.
Randy
This is probably a totally meaningless comment, but you reminded me of a song… I was at the strip mall and this guy was playing for dimes, singing about, ♪ my sweet thing, i would give her everything ♫ It was one of those haunting blues progressions I love but I can’t play guitar. Anyway, the lyrics said stuff like he would lay right down and die for her. I’ve never been able to find the song on YouTube… 100 others but not that one. Love the picture. ♥
That’s just it. There are 100’s of them, everywhere, but try to the just that one and it eludes us…
And then one just pops out of a frame and wham, you’re gone now.