Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting.
“Dude, what did he do to our faces?!” Jon asked as he stared at the painting in the museum exhibit.
“Yeah, I don’t remember wearing that goofy top-hat and glasses when he took our pictures.” Marty replied as the photographer, Abel Leighton, approached.
Abel flashed his brilliant teeth under the bright lights. “Gentlemen, I see you’re enjoying my masterpiece.”
“Enjoying it?!” Joseph scoffed. “I ain’t even in it.”
“Of course, you are. That’s you back there.” Abel pointing at the figure behind Marty.
“And what’s up with the silly instruments? We’re a mariachi band for god sake. I don’t play the trumpet, Gus doesn’t play the french horn and Marty sure doesn’t play whatever that is.” Jon said angrily.
“Gentlemen, I know you’re upset…”
“Upset, we’re beyond upset. We’re outta here.”
Each week, Mondays Finish the Story challenges our minds by providing with a picture along with the first sentence for us to finish the flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on the picture above.