Eternal tableau before the baroque bell tower.Victim of bullies’ taunts and degradations; hand raised in submission, pliancy to gods of stone and sculpture.
Plea from within his marble soul as heavenly-laden leadened clouds gathered above the square.
“Free me,” he implored, “from my daily debasement.”
“Send these wretched birds who daily assault my dignity to avian hell.”
He waited for answering lightening bolt.
Sunday Photo Fiction, picture by Sally-Ann Hodgekiss (15 May 2017)
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
May 26, 2017 at 1:00 pm
This great, reminds more of prose poetry than just prose. I like the story you told, you feel sorry for this statue.
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May 26, 2017 at 7:04 pm
Thanks. I do write in prosetry by times.
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May 23, 2017 at 6:25 am
Maybe he should start insulting the gods if he wishes the lightning bolt. In a book I read many years ago – it may have been a Pratchett – it said about standing in a metal bath on a hill in a thunderstorm shouting “All the Gods are ba****ds”. I like it,
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May 23, 2017 at 9:53 am
Now that is a wonderful way to get shocking results!
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May 16, 2017 at 11:47 pm
Some great lines. His pain is palpable.
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May 23, 2017 at 9:52 am
Thank you. I do feel sympathy with those poor assaulted statues.
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May 16, 2017 at 11:02 pm
I do feel the statue’s pain! Nicely penned :)
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May 17, 2017 at 7:35 am
Thanks Dahlia. I often do wonder how statues feel about the insult to their dignity birds can pose. (Excuse the pun)
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May 16, 2017 at 11:41 am
I hope he was patient!
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May 16, 2017 at 4:47 pm
So, do I!
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May 16, 2017 at 5:45 am
The first paragraph is great writing and sets up the joke. Excellent. Pesky birds 🙂
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May 16, 2017 at 3:21 pm
Can’t combine outdoor staturay and birds . . . birds win out!
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