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


Friday Fictioneers 9th Nov, 2018

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!