the space and quiet that idleness provides

Working on a short story today, and it's similar in tone to one that I published in You People Disgust Me. I'm posting that little story here, just because.

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Once upon a time, a statue loved a painting.

The statue lived in the Native Folk Art exhibit next to fertility totems and beaded canoes and hand-carved miniature villages. The card next to him said that he was South African. He'd been carved from a single block of wood, just like Michaelangelo had chiseled David from a single piece...