The Bronze Lady
There was a crunch and the chariot lurched. Another puppy gone. A scream from the owner.
“Watch where you’re going, you maniac!”
“Shut up, shut up!” Boudicca yelled. She maneuvered the chariot further into the dog park. This clearly hadn’t been a good idea.
“Are you insane?”
“I’m trying to give the horses some exercise!” she shouted over her shoulder. There were too many trees here for a good run.
“They’re bronze! Why do they need exercise?” someone yelled.
“Well, I don’t need to kick your arse, but I still might,” she said, pulling back a bronze foot to emphasize her point.
It was no good anyway; the heavy wheels were sinking into the turf. She turned around and retreated.
As she rode back sadly along Bridge Street to her pedestal, cars honking behind her, she sighed. There was no place in this modern world for a bronze woman. It was lonely, being the only one of her kind. If only her friend the Iron Lady were still alive.
The Green-Walled Tower 
February 9th, 2015 at 10:48 pm
What about Iron Man? Ha ha. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Very original, David. I enjoyed it.
February 10th, 2015 at 7:03 am
I forgot about Iron Man! 🙂 I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if RDJr. came over and hung out.
February 10th, 2015 at 1:52 am
Kind of think she deserves her plight after that sickening crunch…..
February 10th, 2015 at 7:00 am
I realized that putting that in was a bit of a risk. I probably lost most readers’ sympathies after that second sentence. 🙂
February 10th, 2015 at 5:05 am
Yeah, I was going to say something about that crunch too! Shame on her for running over a poor little puppy. Maybe her chariot should be mounted into cement so she can’t run over any more poor little pups!
February 10th, 2015 at 9:44 pm
I guess I should have her run over a mugger or something. 🙂
February 10th, 2015 at 10:13 pm
How about a glass bottle or something… 😀
February 10th, 2015 at 6:35 am
Reminds me of ‘The Night at the Museum’ movies…
There are challenges to being just bronze. Nice inventive take.
In all wars there are casualties…Too bad about the pup.
Maybe running over the local miscreant would have earned her some points?
Thanks for stopping by. I couldn’t get a real good handle on what I wanted to do. So I settled for a happier ending.
February 10th, 2015 at 8:54 pm
Yeah, I was thinking later I should have changed the puppy to something more despicable.
February 12th, 2015 at 7:59 am
Reality isn’t always a bed of rose petals.
Most often not.
A good write to make one think. Too many would think any death despicable.
February 14th, 2015 at 1:02 pm
Good story, David. I also am thinking of Night at the Museum. They should check around and see if there’s anything Egyptian nearby. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
February 14th, 2015 at 7:02 pm
Very original! I enjoyed reading this.
The Iron Lady reference was incorporated well into the story
Well done!
February 14th, 2015 at 7:18 pm
Thanks! That came to me suddenly at the end and it all fit. 🙂
February 15th, 2015 at 7:37 am
My favorite line…I was trying to give the horses exercise…made me think of all the pet owners in Central Park who have excuses galore for their dog’s bad behavior. He’s cranky…he didn’t sleep enough…he hates the cold…you’re so funny David.
February 15th, 2015 at 9:08 am
Love the idea of they statue moving off through the streets and she has a wonderful turn of phrase in this. Can’t imagine her and Maggie being close friends mind you.
February 15th, 2015 at 6:55 pm
Hard to say if they would or not, not knowing either of them. 🙂 Still, they’re both strong women. Glad you liked it.
March 17th, 2015 at 2:01 am
oh boy!