by Bailey Hunter
The frenzied sounds of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring pounded furiously through the workshop as the artist waited impatiently for the bronze to liquefy. This was to be his best sculpture yet. “Finally!” he exclaimed and commenced pouring the molten metal into the cast. The crescendo of strings began to be overpowered by a terrible screeching noise and with a scornful gaze he turned to his wife. “Quit your screaming Jean. After all, it was you who asked me to immortalize you in bronze.”
Bailey Hunter is a Canadian writer, publisher and dreamer of dark thoughts who knows that there is both humor and beauty lurking in the shadows most tend to avoid.