Flash Fiction: Ice Sculpture

It stood all alone on one of the tables. A pool of water had formed around the now-half melted ice sculpture. The watery mess was given fair distance by all the guests.

The party had been quite a hit otherwise. The guests had thoroughly enjoyed the wide variety of food and drinks. They had appreciated the carefully picked selection of songs played by the live orchestra. It had been a grandiose night for the host and his wife, who were immaculately clad in their signature black wear. After the guests had left, the host spoke to his wife.

“Darling Persephone, why did you think it was a good idea to have an ice sculpture placed in our party? Hell is so hot, after all.”


Word Count:  124

Prompt: FFfAW Challenge #170

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

 

10 comments

  1. I had a thought occur while reading this. As a child any time I asked for anything my dad would said, “And I bet the people in want ice water too, but they don’t get it.” I think Persephone was simply being a sweetheart and giving the people what they want. Cute story. ☺

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