The Price of Fame

I once was a legend, a celebrity, in my own way.

Everyone wanted their photo taken with me.

Well, why wouldn’t they I was young and cute and smiley?

Exactly what the world would want to see.

Then complacency took over.

I was the norm, plain and boring just like all the others around town.

No-one took a picture with me. No-one even stopped to stare.

I just wanted to feel connected to the world once again.

So, I hatched a plan. It took a little help, but it was what I wanted.

I decided I would become as famous as Venus de Milo.

The only difference is she doesn’t have arms. Easy enough to fix right?

Well…

Strange Statue photo provided by Phylor

I might have misjudged the situation. Now people just think I’m broken!

Where is a stonemason when you need one?



Originally written in response to FFfAW

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16 thoughts on “The Price of Fame

    • Thanks Maria! 😀 I wouldn’t like to think what it would be willing to break off for Louvre fame – haha. Thank you for stopping by and commenting. KL ❤

    • Thanks for the lovely comment, Jenny. Yup, desiring what someone else has, doesn’t often pay off (well it didn’t for this poor little statue). KL ❤

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