Friday Fictioneers – Objet d’Art

~ neilmacdon
palettes
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

79 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Objet d’Art”

  9. 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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  19. 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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