All it took was a quick stumble. The toe of the left shoe caught on a small piece of uplifted stone. He landed flat on his face. Rolling over, he checked out his ankles and knees. He saw no major cuts or scrapes.
Now what was it that his shoe caught on? There it is. He moved over towards it and noticed that the stone now had a series of spalls. Taking out a wide paintbrush, he started to clear the area. More and more of the pieces splintered away.
He knew he had discovered something significant. He received government funding to continue the project, was able to hire a team to do the archeology, and secure for him a nice place to stay.
While clearing one of the many painted walls, he found himself caught up in the scene that was emerging in front of him. Looking closely it began to move. “How can that be?” he thought.
In a rush and a whirl, Alastair Forbes found himself in the painting, and could hear the echoes of the curse as he and the art became one.
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A huge thanks to Al for the inspiring photo, hosting the challenge, and for taking part in my bit of flash for the Sunday Photo Fiction.
Have an amazing Sunday and be well…. ^..^
~nice ending 😀 I wonder what it feels like to become art x.x
Why not visit the place? 🙂
Charles Fort never mentioned Alastair Forbes.
He should have!
Loved your story. Very intriguing. Happy to see you feeling better, too. 🙂
Thanks Susan!
Darn, don’t you just hate that!
Really do!
What an interesting take on the prompt.
I hope that you enjoyed it!
Lovely Barbara! Al and the art became one and will live on in beauty for infinity!
They will indeed!
Lovely!
Thanks Graham!
A true touch of the ‘Twilight Zone’ in this story, very good!
Thanks PJ!
Goosebumps!
I did good then…
This is a very inspiring piece of work, will done 🙂
Thanks Angie!
Oooh a find that has a curse attached. Excellent story Barbara. Immortality at last MWAHAHAHA .. oh wait …. 😛
MWAHAHAHA!