Last Masque From Madame F
Photo prompt courtesy of Fatima Fakier Deria
Venice equals party, glamour, beauty. The whole enchilada. So I was way over the moon when Madame F promised to create a masque reflecting my inner self, my true qualities. But look at it. She’s created a crone, a warty witch woman. All we need is the cauldron. No, please don’t comment on it. I am mortified. Yet F tried to charge enough to keep all the gondoliers’ progeny on bolognese for the next two millennia! Madame F can stick that masque right where the sun don’t shine. She ain’t getting a penny piece. She ain’t got no damn class.