Still Life
“Spill it!” Andrea knew when Julie had a secret. They’d been friends since childhood.
“Okay. He’s an important artist. I’ll say no more…”
“And he wants you to be the subject of an exhibition?”
“Part of… It’ll be a nude. What do you think?”
“Frankly, I’m envious.”
Julie slurped the last of her Cherry Coke and checked her watch. “Must fly!”
“Well, when immortality calls… See you in the Tate!”
The sculptures were astoundingly realistic. Andrea wondered if she’d see Julie here–and then she did–perfect in every detail–in a tank containing formaldehyde.
It said: Artist Unknown.
Nice one Oonah, what better way to go…
Comment by Sandra Crook — February 17, 2012 @ 4:16 pm
Ah, the next time I’m at the Tate, I’ll be thinking of this!
Comment by Kathleen Cassen Mickelson — February 17, 2012 @ 5:28 pm
Thanks Sandra. Sorry Kath ;)
Comment by Oonah V Joslin — February 17, 2012 @ 7:10 pm
Creepy. Excellent.
Comment by jennifer walmsley — February 18, 2012 @ 4:20 am
What a pickle!
Short with a sharp tang, just the way I like my horror.
Well done, Oonah
Comment by Bill West — February 18, 2012 @ 9:52 am
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Ha ha, nice twist!
Comment by Nick — February 21, 2012 @ 12:44 pm
Superb piece. There’s a strong argument that it’s incredibly difficult to have characterization in a short story of any size. Yet it’s not impossible. “Still Life” is proof.
Joslin hit a homer with this one.
R.M.M.
Comment by Rob M. Miller — February 21, 2012 @ 10:00 pm
Wow! Effectively unnerving. I have tingles running down my spine. x
Comment by LeaP — February 22, 2012 @ 3:36 am
A lot of story in just a few words. Very good!
Comment by Jennifer Mccullah — February 25, 2012 @ 1:26 pm