The airport’s new statue was getting a lot of attention. The bronze of a couple enthusiastically greeting each other looked realistic and heartwarming.
An elderly woman paused to admire it. “Isn’t that lovely?” she murmured.
“Oh so sweet!” smiled a young woman.
“That’s so beautiful!” said Fatima.
“It is,” replied her husband, Rene. “You can easily imagine the love light in their eyes.”
Despite the loving appearance, within the bronze surface something else entirely went on.
“This is positively awful!” moaned Gryptollylitch. “It couldn’t be any worse.”
“I know, I know. Stop reminding me,” sighed Antyllikana. She could feel an itch which shouldn’t be possible, but it was there anyway and she had no way to scratch.
“It’s all your fault. You just HAD to study Humans up close!”
“My fault? I didn’t ask for this,” grated Antyllikana. “When Galactic Control said they would put our life-force into a Human form, I didn’t think we’d occupy a statue!”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/04/sunday-photo-fiction-june-4th-2017/