Friday Fictioneers – Week # 77 — A Royal Love Story

This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt is a photo by David Stewart of a statue in his home city in Korea.  My response turned out to be a love story — maybe because my focus this week is on Valentine’s Day.  Here’s David’s photo, followed by my take on the challenge.

The Wrong Tourist

A Royal Love Story

Once upon a time, a starving sculptor fell hopelessly in love with Princess Kameko.

He will have to create a great statue for the courtyard of my palace, and prove himself worthy of you,” the king said to Kameko. “It must exhibit his love for you in such unusual manner that people from many lands will travel to see it.”

The artist thought – agonized – for days, finally presenting himself to the king with tools in hand.

Three days later, the royal city gathered in the courtyard and gasped with pleasure at the unveiling of the oblique statue: Falling In Love.

Artist and princess lived happily ever after.

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To take part in the fun visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ site.  She is the dynamic host of the challenge:
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Friday Fictioneers — February 1 — As It Was In The Beginning

Well, I am waaaaaaay out in left field on this week’s challenge.  It was fun getting here, but I don’t have enough words to get back.  This piece is definitely “stream of consciousness” writing.

Here’s the photo prompt that Rochelle gave us — courtesy of Claire Fuller, who created the sculpture and took the photo.

/copyright-Claire Fuller

AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING

Well, now, let’s have a look at this piece that has you so distressed, Maryann,” said Professor Rousseau, lifting the scarf that covered his student’s newest sculpture. His gasp of pleasure was audible. Then for several minutes, he stood silent. Finally he spoke, never taking his eyes from the work.

Tell me again what you told me on the phone.”

I … I sculpted the man’s head yesterday. I could feel it wasn’t finished, but I couldn’t seem to do anything else with it. So I went to bed. This morning, when I went into the studio to take another look at it … the woman’s head was there as well … and his hand on her head protectively … as you can see.”

The Professor smiled. “Aaahh, yes. I can see that the words of the Original Artist still hold true: “It is not good for man to be alone.”

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