100 word assignment – WEEK 2

“It could be a self portrait in bronze” Natalya seemed confused. “But Uncle Dmitri was never this talented.”

Stepan felt his chest tighten. For a precarious instant, the magician sensed in her a flicker of comprehension. Natalya frowned, pondering, then left. Her heels faded down the corridor.

Stepan leisurely drew on his cigarette, then blew deliberately at the statue.

“You’re a fool, Dmitri” he hissed “to think your tryst with my wife could be concealed after all these years.”

A single tear welled in the vacuous eye. Stepan grinned.

“Natalya calls me Father. She cannot call us both by that name.”


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