THE FORGER - 100 word story

Ah, the Met. I fell in love with this museum when I visited New York so this week's photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers brought back great memories.

We've all seen images of those famous paintings but there is absolutely nothing like seeing the originals.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

THE FORGER

It was 2am. Ned sat in front of his favourite painting to eat his sandwiches.

He stared at the painting.

He wasn't a bad artist himself: just never had the breaks. Instead he made a few extra dollars from painting peoples' pets.

But that didn't scratch his itch.

Every night Ned ate his sandwiches and sketched the painting. He used the sketches to paint his own copy to display in his dingy apartment.

The copy was flawless.

On his last night on the job, Ned made the swap.

Nothing like a security guard to know how to beat the system.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 


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KING KONG - 100 word story

As soon as I saw this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt I started thinking about the reasons why we visit iconic cities.

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

KING KONG

Soft focus. The city coalesced out of the murk. She sat in the taxi, straining to pick out the building she had come to see.

'Your first time?' said the taxi driver.

'Yes. I must see the Empire State Building.'

'Why?'

How could she explain how her first cinematic experience had impacted her life?  Nearly eighty years!

And there it was! Breaking through the fog.

'Could you slow down, please?' she said.

'He doesn't exist, Ma'am.'

'Pardon?'

'The big ape. You won't see him up there.'

The old lady laughed in delight. 'No, you're wrong. I can see him already.'

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE

If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been able to find your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign in first.