‘Looks like a city of weaver bird nests…’
‘I’ll call this The Giantesses’ Pantyhoses…’
The art critiques milled about, muttering and wondering what Herman Baxter had come up with this time. His last few pieces had been summarily rejected by the contemporary art community.
Herman took the stage. ‘Friends, welcome. This is my masterpiece.’ The critiques sighed. ‘Well, it’s not yet complete. We are going to finish it together.’
On signal, the doors to the hall closed. The exhibit suddenly went up in flames. As everyone and everything inside burned, a drone flying above clicked a picture.
Herman had his masterpiece, at last.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. This week’s picture prompt has been kindly provided by Roger Bultot. To read other entries to this prompt and to participate, please click here.