
I felt daring. And noble. This was a grand thing I was doing, an act that would render me immortal.
Yet my face flushed as I reached the plinth and let the flimsy robe slither off. It made a silken hiss as it fell like a shed skin. Through the forest of easels, the zephyr of a collective sigh. Cool air caressed my bare flesh.
The gentlemen peered, squinted, grunted, as they began my slow transformation into art.
The movement behind the easels grew more frenetic, and the grunts louder.
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Laughing.
Somehow, Neil, I had not perceived you as an object of lust!
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Ah, but I am not my creations
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Dear Neil,
Art in a flimsy robe. Enticing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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All human life is there. Either in front of the easel or behind it. You made me smile.
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You knew something the protagonist didn’t
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Art and life.
Imagine if such a character comes to life and shows the skin! 🙂
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Thanks, Anita
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I’m not sure I like the sound of frenetic grunting. I’ll assume they’re hard at work painting and nothing else!
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You can if you want. It’s your story to do with as you wish
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Keep the hands where I can see them 😀. What a pleasurable story.
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Thanks so much, Tannille
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The figure drawing class was always looking for models. That was when you REALLY knew who your best friends were! Great stuff, Neil!
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Thanks so much, William
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So, that’s what you get up to in your time!
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I’d imagined my protagonist as a woman, so not really
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I’ve been in several “life drawing” classes, but never up front, nary a stitch of clothing (one instructor told me I should – not sure if it was a complement or just her thinking I needed a change of perspective 😉 ).
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Thanks for reading, Trent
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Great piece. Open to scabrous interpretation.
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As intended
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Loving this naughty tone 🤓😉
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Thanks so much
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Eek! You naughty man. 🙂 🙂
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thanks, Susan
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Oy. I need to unsee what’s going on behind the easels 🙂
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Sorry
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Love the “silken hiss,” the word plinth. As for the ending, oh my goodness!
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Thanks so much, Paula
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Ha! A story drawn from life. I do hope the gentlemen behave themselves!
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I believe they’re behaving all over the studio
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Art defined as collective puddles in their pants, wonderful! Very entertaining story, Neil.
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Thanks so much
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Love that you open us up to salacious thoughts, should we so choose to go there 😉
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Thanks so much, Dale
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seriously? what a fun read, though. 🙂
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Thanks so much
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I love the opening lines. It leaves the world wide open. Then, the flimsy robe slithers off and makes a silken hiss as it falls like a shed skin. What? Finally, the easels and gentlemen appear and everything becomes clear. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Lish
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Oh, my. A forest easels. Well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Bill
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Fun story!
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Thanks so much
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I think I know what comes next.
🙂
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Depends whether she realises or not
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Zephyr! I haven’t come across that word in a long time. What an ode to sensuousness is your story!
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Thanks so much
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Eeuw! I could just imagine this and wish I couldn’t!
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Sorry
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Well, aren’t you the Adonis?
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I like to think so
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Grunting and groaning behind the easels, certainly not still life!
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Ha
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To paraphrase Dirk Bogarde’s character in The Servant: “I am a gentleman’s model and you lot are no gentlemen.” Loved the slithering robe.
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Thanks, Jilly
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Really lovely stuff, love the zephyr mention, what an immersive word
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That’s two positive mentions for zephyr, I’ll see if I can work it into my book
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Ew ew ew
Neil noooooooo
🤣
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I’m afraid so
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I hope some of them remember to paint your protagonist at some point.
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There may be some splodges
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Oh, eeeew … 😉
Nicely painted, though … 😉
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Thanks so much
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🙂
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I found the inuendos to be much more telling.
You unfolded the scenes with finesse. Lovely …
Isadora 😎
ps – I did have to look up the word: plinth.
I’ll add it to my new word list.
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Thanks so much, Isadora
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Eww? You’re a clever writer Neil.
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What a lovely compliment. Thank you
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Hmm, this brings all sorts of images to my mind, some of which I’m struggling to be rid of.
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You’re mine for life
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I imagined your protagonist to be a man. And this was naughty, naughty!
Nice take Neil.
Here’s mine:
https://natashamusing.com/2020/07/paint-my-love-fridayfictioneers-fridayfotofiction/
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Thanks so much, Natasha
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Loved this! What a wonderfully descriptive and yet a wicked read.
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Thanks so much
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I will never think about art classes with nude models in the same way.
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Thanks, Gabriella
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Love the ‘silken hiss of.. a shed skin’.A pleasing and entertaining story. I used to do life drawing so it rang many bells !
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Thanks so much. Not too many bells I hope
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Good one, Neil. I liked the line the forest of easels and disrobing as shedding skin.
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Thanks so much, Ted
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