The following post was written for the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt. Write a story of around 100 words based on the photo below.
When I checked the box for donor I never expected this. I’m not even sure where my body ended up. It might be one of those weird headless statues at some library somewhere. So now I’ve been stuck up here for years left staring at the same telephone pole. Well, not the same, they did replace the wood one with a metal one a few years back. Every year around Christmas they even add a decoration.
I guess that’s what I get for listening to a female. You’re important and you should donate to science, she said. When did science turn into concrete facade on front street? Then again she didn’t make out any better. Last I heard they turned her into a mermaid statue, stuck her in the middle of a fountain and let water pour out her mouth. That can’t be a great way to spend eternity.
I wonder if I could talk to someone about getting a pair of sunglasses for the summer months?