Still Life at the Gallery [short ff]

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sarNie Oldmaid

What can I say? Another fiction...SHORT STORY  :p
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Characters
Toomtam Yuthana as....? & Pop Thakoon as Frio Cotán aka Payak Noosra​
 

PhoneO_5

sarNie Oldmaid
ImQueen said:
I can sense a lot of secrets from the poster! Hot guys you chose! Lol.
 
Yeah, they looked good in their pictures so I chose them to be my main characters. Toomtam is in the back behind a picture in the gallery, fans know it is him with those cute glasses, but he looks so innocent in that right?   The Cask of Amontillado by E.A. Poe tells a story of a murderer who never got caught and he left the reader wondering what Fortunado did to the narrator that was bad enough for him to kill him in such a way.  Just as in the original, the narrator's name is not mentioned until the end & I won't reveal his name until the end :)
 
First part coming soon...
 

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sarNie Oldmaid
capítulo 1
 
It wasn't often that I faced Fernando. When I did, I held my tongue. One day, his insult was directed towards me. At that moment, I vowed revenge.

You know how I am, I don't usually hold a grudge. But the damage was done. Nothing could change my mind. I had to teach him that what he provoked is unforgivable. An eye for an eye...or...an eye with an ear sounds more just. I can't turn the other cheek any longer.

Though I wished to not see Fernando, I ironically saw him everywhere I went. When I saw him, I smirked...or 'smiled' with him. He had no doubts about the true nature of my kindness towards him. Every time I smiled with him, I thought of his end.

Fernando prided himself in his lineage to the famous Spanish still life painter, Juan Sanchez Cotan. His talents were not up to par of Cotan, but still decent. He was admired by others for the popularity of his elder. The popularity brings out his ignorance. He has retired his art due to injuries to the hand. I for one do not believe that is the true reason to why he gave up on it. Though his persona is narcissistic, he cared about artwork. That is why he critiques art as do I. However, my hand is not injured and I continue to create. I collect many pieces.

I arrived at the festival just as the sun began to sink into the ground. Crowds of children, adults, and people in costume roamed the streets. The ambiance reminds me of that of Fremont Street in Las Vegas. Many artists entered contests and were being judged on the hour. Fernando had the privilege to judge around noon, but now he is able to enjoy and roam the streets in costume. I had the pleasure to once again bump into my friend. He squeezed me hard as he gave me a hug, he drank a bit too much. The guy wore nothing but a leather jacket to reveal his muscular chest. He had been in magazines for being one of the 'sexiest artist' in the industry. Narcissism once again showing itself. When I mentioned he wore nothing but a leather jacket, he did wear shorts and suspenders hanging to the side like a Korean pop idol. Perhaps that is the costume he tried to achieve. Instead of wanting to turn the other way, this time I was so happy to see him that I did not want to stop shaking his hand.
 
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