Sculptures are permanent testimonies to life, but not in this case. In this instance, it may not even be considered a work of art, though Gianni and Santos may see otherwise. I wouldn’t argue with them.
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it is:
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
The “Oops” Factor in Sculpting
“What an interesting studio!” Annette eyes the dusty room.
Gianni and Santos look away, guffawing.
“What?” Annette snaps. “What’s it for then?”
“Well, we did make a sculpture of your husband here.”
Annette raises an eyebrow. “And?”
“And, nuttin’. The boss said to have the whole family sculpted.”
“The boss?”
“Yeah. And what the boss wants..?
“He gets?” Annette gulps. “OK, when do we start?”
Still doesn’t get it. Gianni wonders about her.
Santos takes off his overcoat, retrieves his piece.
“Step inside that nice wet base we prepared just for you.” He motions with the handgun.
“Oops.” Annette gasps.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Dear Randy,
Does this mean it’s cement overshoes for poor Annette? Definitely an oy factor. I gasped with her.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes, and as they lowered her down into the river, she asked if the shoes made her ass look fat.
Go figure
Oy twice.
Randy
Great fun
Only for the reader, not for poor Annette.
Randy
Kind of a Jabba the Hutt scenario!
Did he get cement shoes too?
Oh my goodness! 😮
Sort of took your breath away, eh?
yes, I literally gasped!
She’s being immortalised in cement? Poor woman. Great tale and well crafted too.
Thank you for the nice words,
Hey, at least she’s being immortalized. More than most of us will get.
Randy
Very true 🙂
It’s not so much the concrete shoes, but the placement of the sculpture that’s an issue, but I guess Anette have a hunch about the river sculpture park.
Well, I don’t think she had any hunch until Santos showed her his piece. And she, as I wrote to Rochelle, still asked if the cement shoes made her ass look fat.
Randy
Hahaha! This is so awesome!
Thanks. Awesome is good.
Randy
Is that a cement overcoat for Annette then? Nicely done.
Yes, it is. I see you recognize them. Perhaps someone close to you wore one in the not-too-distant past?
😉 Randy
Shhh…
Dark humour. Bleak humour. But not black.
This is a politically correct blog. I had to get permission from the Italian Defamation League to even post this FF piece.
Randy
PS Thanks.
With all due respect, and by all means I understand the desire to stand one’s ground, many things that are valid by certainrecognized standards do not necessarily make it right. But then it’s just my thought and not worth much more.
Randy
Never mind. It was a positive comment. Delete it if it causes such drama.
She should have recognized the shoes didn’t go to with the purse. She is now SO screwed!
Annette was not the sharpest flame in the menorah. No, make that the spee-ci-eest meatball in the gravy.
Randy
Hee-heeeee!!!
Oops, indeed. Annette ain’t so bright. Thanks for the morning smile.
a morning smile is better than cement shoes…
😉 Randy
That’s a “fun” euphemism! Take them to the “gallery” and “sculpt” the lot of them 🙂
no different, I guess, than “walking the plank” or “waterboarding” in a way.
Why cement, case in plaster, dry, then display as trophies. 🙂
The boss likes the way you think. Come on down, I think he has a position for you. Horizontally or vertically speaking.
Sounds like a nice pair of cement shoes. I thought at first they were using his ashes.
Well, it is, after all, ashes to ashes, bust to bust…
wait, did I get that right?
Serious Ooops in the sculpture for Annette
way too serious….ha.
Randy
Life lesson to be learnt here. In the same way you should never annoy the kitchen staff making your food, avoid falling out with the family sculptor.
ha. There you go.
I’ll remember that and keep it in my advice box along with “never count your hatchets until they chicken” and “a penny saved isn’t worth sh-t.”
Randy
Very sage advice Randy!
Haha I had to laugh at the poor old soul (hehe..couldn’t help adding a bit of my own)
Wasn’t that old Queen Cole who was a poor old soul who called for her sculptresses three – or something concrete like that.
Randy
I guess they made her an offer she can refuse?And it looks like she might be going for a nice swim next. That was a fun story!
Gee, the way you tell it gives me all warm fuzzes, Perry.
Da boss wants to offer youse a job when youse ready,
Randy
Annette was definitely hanging out with the wrong crowd. Good story.
Thanks.
She thought it was the “in” crowd. And it was, except it was “in da cement now” crowd, Beep. Wrong,
Randy
Poor, poor Annette. Where is the caped crusader, or better, Dick Tracy, when you need him? Good writing, Randy. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne.
Ah, if only super heroes and/or super detectives were always around when we needed them.
Instead, one might say we were given faith and sculpting.
Randy
Good to see you again, Randy. That’s a shoe store you don’t want to go to.