PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The Mysteries of Art
Leaning lazily against the open door frame Liza took a strong deep drag on her cigarette… paused… looked up… and slowly, breathed out the smoke as she gazed quizzically upward toward her work of art.
What planet was I on?!
Where did that idea come from?
My memory’s a blank.
Don’t remember smoking anything unusual?
You hear stories about people being whisked away on space ships, though I’m somewhat sceptical.
But then I suppose, we’re all only limited by our beliefs.
She took another deep long draw…
Dazzling bright light engulfed her.
The sculpture crashed to the ground.
“That shouldn’t’ve happened!”
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