The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. Neither was I but I couldn’t do anything about it.
Last month, we bought this secluded old charming house. We enjoyed furnishing it with antiques and furnitures.
All was well until the day I thought of gardening. I was digging when my spade hit something. I found this huge wild art of a Red Indian with a Buffalo! We got people to pull that off the ground.
The statues stayed rooted at our backyard. No one liked it.
Yesterday, We tried to get it removed with the help of authorities but the thing wouldn’t budge. Exasperated, I tried to hammer the Red Indian’s head. I’ve had too much!
But that was a mistake again!
Last night, the Statue walked to my door, knocked, grinned and returned my hammer…
This story is a part of Mondays a Finish the Challenge by Barbara Beacham. The photo and opening line is provided. The store needs to be finished in about 150 lines. To take the challenge, please click here: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com
Oh, brutal! Loved your story Shivangi! Thanks for writing for the MFtS challenge and I hope that you return next week! Be well… ^..^
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Thank you so much for reading and appreciating Barbara…this is a wonderful challenge.
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I am glad you are enjoying it! Thanks!
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This too, is different. I embrace different. Wonderful story.
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Thank you for your wonderful words..
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Fan…fan…fan…of the special storytellerette. Loved the ending of this one. Wish it would have been a little longer tale.
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Thank you dear…I had to squeeze it to the word limit…
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Thanks a ton for appreciating…what is your site called…?
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What an ending.. hoping to read longer tales π
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great story Shivangi, and very apt title π
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Thank you so much for reading:)
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Fun story! Nice of the statue to return the hammer, considering it was used to whap him over the head and all. I guess they’re not going anywhere π
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Haha.,.yes guess it was the Red Indian’s house and perhaps he was a nice and kind man before turning into a statue ghost..lol
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I wasn’t expecting that ending. Well done.
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Thank you so much for your kind words π
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I loved the ending. I did not see that coming!
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Thank you for taking out the time to read and comment…
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Excellent take on the prompt π
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Thank you so much Sonya π
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Lovely. I’m delighted that the Indian behaved as he did. Well written, too.
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Thank you for reading and appreciating…
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Love the ending on that one, Shivangi! Beautiful!
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Glad that you liked it…
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Just goes to show … you should never hammer anyone on the head, Shivangi – even if they are made of stone! Excellent last line.
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Haha…ok…advice accepted
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A brilliant finish to your tale of excavated living artworks ~ You are harbouring a very polite statue there Shivangi ~ π
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Yes…the only thing is he doesn’t want to leave us alone and grins every time I see him lol…thank you for reading and appreciating.
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That’s great! LOL, loved the ending. Haha
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Thank you for liking it π
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Well, he was apparently there first and doesn’t intend to take his buffalo and leave. If the neighbors want him gone, let them continue to try. Good story, and well done, Shivangi. π — Suzanne
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Haha..thank you..glad that you liked it π
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