She lay supine on the porch. The building looked down on her.
Her granddad – a brilliant orthopedic of his time, had poured all his heart into designing the mansion.
The ornamentation on the pillars was a sorry attempt to conceal the idea behind them – femur – the strongest bone in the human body. The balconies looked like surgically opened human skulls, with some grills fixed in as a last thought in what would have been the eye-sockets.
The keepers of art must weep, she chuckled.
She needed money urgently.
I can’t sell this, she thought desperately, there must be another way.
100 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.
For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.
This week’s prompt comes from Kent Bonham