Photo Challenge — Life Imitates Art

DFE95346-FB4C-46E3-929C-0F289608AC19I had dozed for a few minutes, the rhythm of the swaying bus getting the best of my tired eyes. An abrupt stop, followed by a blaring horn, woke me up. When I opened my eyes and looked across the aisle, I saw a vision, a living Mona Lisa.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but she was still there, staring at me with her Mona Lisa smile, her right hand resting on her left, just like the pose in the da Vinci portrait.

I realized that I couldn’t not say something to this personification of one of the world’s greatest work of art. “Excuse me,” I said. “Are you an model?” I asked.

“No,” she said, maintaining her slight smile. “I’m a nurse.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like the woman in the da Vinci masterpiece,” I said.

“Yes, I get that a lot,” she admitted.

“Do you intentionally dress that way, wear your hair that way, sit that way, and smile that way,” I asked.

“No, of course not,” she said. “This is just who I am, how I dress, how I sit, and how I look.”

The guy in the seat next to her got off the bus at the next stop and I moved over and sat next to her. “My name is Leo,” I said.

“Hi Leo, I’m Mona,” she said, holding out her right hand for me to shake.

“Mona?” I said. “Seriously, your name is Mona? What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’re last name is Lisa?”

“Oh no,” she said. “My last name is Schaefer. Lisa is my middle name.”

“Get out,” I said. “Your name is Mona Lisa Schaefer?”

“Yes,” she said. “And you are?”

“I told you, my name is Leo.”

“Leo who?” she asked.

“Leo Vincenti”

“And what do you do, Leo Vincenti?”

“I’m a painter.”

“As in houses?”

“No, as in portraits,” I answered. “In fact, I’d like to paint your portrait, Mona. You have a classic, timeless look.” I pulled out my sketch pad and a piece of charcoal and quickly sketched her. When I was done, I held it up to showed it to her.

“Oh, this is my stop,” she said, and hurriedly got off the bus.E0FB8DF3-1F77-45B4-ACE8-2EDEC74A7B3F.jpeg


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Reddit.com. Drawing credit: Pinterest

#100WW — Not What I Expected

img_2416“Well, what do you think?” Hanz asked.

“It’s not what I expected,” Helene said. “When you said you wanted to paint a mural on my wall, I was expecting something a bit more, shall we say, pastoral. More a reflection of the countryside.”

“But, Helene, I painted this in your honor. It’s an homage to you, my dear,” Hanz explained.”

“I’m flattered, of course,” Helene said, “but it’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s a masterpiece,” Hanz said.

“Well,” Helene said, “you’d better take a picture of it.”

“A picture? Why?”

“Because I’m going to whitewash over it tomorrow.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt.

Friday Fictioneers — A Masterpiece

08801EF6-1D9B-48FF-978D-6677314940B9“I’ll bite,” Miranda said. “What is it?”

“It’s my masterpiece,” Malcolm answered.

“Okay. But what is it?” Miranda asked again.

“I call it ‘Waste Not, Want Not,’” he responded. “It’s ecologically and environmentally friendly. I’m sending a message about recycling and reusing things and turning it all into art.”

“It looks like you’ve stacked seven shipping pallets on top of one another and filled them with broken Spanish roofing tiles, some cracked clay flower pots, sticks, and some pieces of copper tubing,” Miranda said, “with a few bunches of grass on top.”

“Exactly,” Malcolm said proudly. “‘Waste Not, Want Not.’”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.

A Masterpiece

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I lied. “Yes, I have repaired, resurfaced, and painted probably dozens of wrought iron fences like these.”

The estate’s property manager tilted his head down so he could see me clearly over his reading glasses. Then he glanced down at the written proposal I had given to him.

I needed the work. I’d been doing odd jobs ever since I got discharged from the army sixteen month earlier and some of them included repairing and painting fences. Wood fences. So it was just a little white lie.

“Check my references,” I said. All the names on the list were my army buddies who were willing to vouch for me even though I’d never done any handyman work for any of them.

“Fine,” he said. “If your references check out, you can start the day after tomorrow.”

It took me almost two weeks to complete the work, and the property manager told me that I had far exceeded his expectations. Then he told me the owner called my work “a masterpiece.”

(170 words)


Written for this week’s FFfAW challenge from Priceless Joy.