She said “Make me a sculpture that speaks to my heart”.
Being the sort of man he was, he immediately had an idea.
An idea close to his heart.
He laboured, he drew, he tore, he layered, he squelched, he squeezed, he moulded, he refined, he painted, he rested, he tore, he layered, he squelched, he squeezed, he painted and he rested again. He made a sculpture that spoke to his heart.
Carefully, he carried that which amounted to his life’s work, to his heart’s desire.
She unwrapped his gift.
“Oh, honey, if only you had made it a beanburger!”
well delivered... oh the joy of papier mache !
ReplyDeleteExcellent. Wondered what was coming. Not disappointed!
ReplyDeleteA love story! I hope they found some common ground and a happy ending!
ReplyDeleteGreat Alison, I love how you so often surprise at the end. Super piece!
ReplyDeleteFantastic! I really got caught up in his labours.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I enjoyed writing this piece.
ReplyDeleteWho hasn't put blood, sweat and tears into a labour of love only to have it rejected? I felt crushed for him.
ReplyDeleteWell done (pun intended!)
ReplyDeleteLove the word squelched, I can almost feel it.
ReplyDeletePerfectly captures the conflict between muse and artist...Robin
ReplyDeleteIf only he had realised what was close to her heart rather than his! . . . . Loved all the verbs together, that worked well . . . G Sussex
ReplyDeleteOh what a typical man! To do all that without checking first! This is brilliant fun! I loved the papier mache bits especially.
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