Weekly Finish the story 2/16
Doing this one on the fast side because we had a fun afternoon outing to the ice castle so I’m short on time! I do love this challenge though, I find myself looking forward to it~ As with other weeks, the picture and first line are given and the remaining 150 (and only 150) words are my story. There are at least 15 other people doing this too so if you want to read their story click here and look for the links at the bottom.
“Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting. They were a progressive interracial music group marching in New Orleans, ::click:: blackness
They were stolen from their lives and re-rendered in paint. Frozen but again conscious once the paint was dry. They spent years hanging in the music room of a wealthy family watching as the fashions and the customs changed. The father paid a fortune for a lark of a painting that espoused to inspire musical talent. He was innocently unaware that it enslaved four men, leaching away the drive and talent however; he did know that music did come more easily to those in the room.
The men in the picture, ever aware, were silently excited for the change of scenery when the old man died. They resided in a blues club that became famous, a fraternity house, and now they sit in a bin, in a market in a little town with a river and a lake waiting for what comes next.