Flash Fiction: Sculpture

Finally, it’s complete.

It looks perfect if I say so myself, just as I had visualized in my dreams. After weeks and weeks of toiling under the sun, braving the strong winds and sitting out in the dark night, my masterpiece is complete. People will look at it in awe, gaze at it in puzzlement, trying to figure out the meaning behind my art. They will understand soon. It’ll all become clear when my master appears on Earth. My master, The Great Old One is coming.

And boy, will he be pleased with this sculpture he commanded me to make….


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

23 comments

  1. Masters are not always easy to please. More so if he comes from clean heaven and drops on this polluted land. Hope for the best, and prepare for the worse.

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