Welcome back Al.
Quirky statues attracted Dom just like jiggery attracted bees. There was almost a supernatural attraction between the two. Hence it was no wonder that Dom found the pewter piece in a shabby studio downtown.
The sculptor’s eyes twinkled as he smelled a sale – this is a solitary piece for the connoisseur. I used the mold only for this piece here.
D – Well what is it?
S – It is a dragon teaching its son.
D – What type of dragon is this?
S – A dragon is a dragon … what do you mean by type?
D – Wyvern, ddraig-goch, smok, loong, nag, gyo; WHAT ?
S – It is just a dragon!
D – What about the little object?
S – Dragon’s son.
D – Dragons don’t have sons; they have eggs!
S – Well you are such a know-all; tell me what is it?
D – It is an owl!
S – Why should a dragon swoop on an owl; it is just a little morsel?
D – The owl is rebuking him.
S – Why?
D – To mend it’s ways … fire and fury only results in extinction.
S – How do you know?
D – I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
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Thanks Al for the lovely prompt.
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Early bird has to wait for the late worm.
Don’t hurry and don’t worry – just enjoy!
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Shiekhsa kept an eye on the road from one of the shuttered windows as she waited for her husband. Her husband got down from a taxi and kept talking to the red-head in the car for 15 minutes. The silhouette of the woman reminded her of Di – her husband’s childhood flame.
Shiekhsa felt insecure, embarrassed, angry, out of control, emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Hellish flames engulfed her whole being.
A neighbor dialed 911 and a fire tender soon reached the small enclosure. They could not find the source of the smoke and suspected criminal mischief.
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Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.
Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”
The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. Many of them complained about the aesthetics of it. It was unfortunate that they decided to remove it without my permission.
I tried my best to make them realize my rights but they were deeply convinced that this piece had no place in their neighborhood. I even tried to tell them the truth.
Miracle Street is lined by nice little villas with stylistic front yards to promote individuality. Unfortunately, the inhabitants had little interest in oriental mythologies.
The eyesore they wished to remove was in fact the Yama and his Buffalo in the guise of a Native American. They did not know that Yama was here to perform his assigned duties ~ gather souls.
Meanwhile, a mentally disturbed and disgruntled resident planned a shoot out during a future community get together at Miracle Street.
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Thankfully still Afloat …….