Are you ready for Mondays Finish the Story challenge? This is a flash fiction challenge with a new photo each week and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.
“Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting.”
Well not really a painting, but definitely an image of what everyone expected. We couldn’t blame them though. I mean we looked like the stereotypical brass band.
Luke’s tuba and Harve’s trumpet. Giles on the drums. Me? Oh, I’m the jokester with the fancy moves and a parasol.
“I’ll be glad when this gig is over,” said Luke. The boat made a U-turn and made its way back to the docks. “These casino gigs are a drag.” I couldn’t agree more.
The photographer pleaded for one more picture as some gamblers gathered around us. “One with your parasol, please,” he said. The posing was staged and cheap, like the
stereotypical cheeky postcards you buy down on Bourbon Street.
We were musicians. Not caricatures.
As the boat pulled in, we prepared for the next shift. Giles strained to start the tempo and my feet followed in syncopation. On with the show!