|PICASSO'S MODEL (standard:humor, 403 words)|
|Author: Danny Zil||Added: Mar 02 2006||Views/Reads: 1775/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Salvador Dali entertains....himself.|
Salvador Dali drew on his cigarette – which wasn't really necessary, as there there were a couple of blank sketch pads on the table beside him. Zigo watched. “Always like to be different, eh Salvador ?” she remarked. Zigo was a part-time model and a full-time prostitute. She just adored pea and ham broth – as long as it was made with real urine. “If snakes can shed their skins,” mused Dali, continuing to sketch on the cigarette, “why can't rainbows shed theirs ?” Luis tittered. Everyone knew he had a glass eye. “I think I'll take the mule shopping !” Dali announced gaily. “It's about time she had a new outfit !” “Why Salvador,” drawled Luis, “that's no way to talk about your wife.” Zigo sniggered. Dali sighed and shook his head. “You should be more unusual, Luis,” he advised him. “Don't just have a glass eye – have a stained-glass eye.” Zigo laughed. Dali twirled....his ego. “Oh look, Salvador – he's staring at you from the corner of his eye !” Zigo told him. “A glassy-eyed stare, no doubt,” muttered Dali. Luis thumped the table. “One day I shall have my revenge !” he snarled. “An eye for an eye, eh Luis ?” mocked Zigo. Outside in the garden, rain began to fall and the earth rushed to catch it. Inside Dali's head, a pocket watch began to melt and the Crucifixion floated in the air. Zigo grew restless. She felt an incredible desire not to have sex. Dali finished sketching on the cigarette and presented it to her. Luis offered her a light but she said she preferred darkness. “When I die,” she mused, admiring the sketch, “and am lying in my coffin, I should like this cigarette placed between my lips.” “So your skirt will be raised as usual then,” ventured Luis. Zigo hissed at him. “If your cock was made of glass,” she spat, “I'd shrill like a soprano till it shattered !” Dali glanced at her and suddenly realised he was in love....with himself. Outside in the hedge, a butterfly turned into a caterpillar, just to be different and nocturnal animals came awake, complaining about daylight. Inside, a man knocked on the door and entered the room. His mouth was on one side of his face, his nose protruded from the other and both ears were on the same side of his head. “I see Picasso's model has arrived,” drawled Dali. Tweet
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