Buckminster & Amber – The Bucks Part 5

The Bucks     Part 5


That next week Ambette heard about the sale and as you might expect, demanded piece of the action.

           “I’ll give you a thousand sardines,” he told her, “tinned. I only got ten thousand for it, and I gave Katesse five hundred. He’s been having a bad year.”

          “He’s having a bad life,” Ambette sniped.

          “A thousand sardines is a generous offer. You slept though most of the pose.”

          “It doesn’t matter. I allowed you to capture my feline spirit. That’s what made your work the talk of Paris. You couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to sell it for ten. I heard you sold it to the Count, that pompous Persian whose been sucking up to President Katoleon and his friends.”

          “I didn’t have a choice, Ambette. He’s going to give it to Katoleon.”

          “Oh, I see. What did you name my painting?”

          Right, her painting. “Ambette’s Amnesia,” he told her. “You should be grateful. A thousand sardines is—”

          “I don’t see why you didn’t just call it, Ambette. That would have given it more class. You should make copies, do some fast stuff . . . dry brush.”

          “I don’t chew my cabbage twice.”

          “Yeah, right. Whatever. Does the Count know I’m the one who posed? I am the painting’s soul.”

          “He knows your name.”

          “Well, I suppose at least that’s something. Where are my sardines?”

          “They’re here, in the back room.”

          “Okay. I’ll send a friend to pick them up. Catch your act later.” Ambette winked seductively and left, swishing her tail. She had a nice tail, but not much between the ears.

Image*       *       *

          Ambette became well known, the toast of the Left Bank. Much sought after. A French play pussy, party kitten, subject of discussion in the absinth parlors and salons inhabited by the Parisian rich and famous—where my painting had been focus of attention not so long before. Go figure. That’s the way kats are. Throw ‘em some fancy fur and you’ve got their full attention.

          Ambette got Katesse to pay her 250 sardines for a two hour pose. Outrageous, but it worked out well for them. The painting wasn’t much, La Belle, they called it. Just a dry brush, but it sold for a good price. Ambette got half of course.


La Belle at Arch of Givry

          Katesse’s painting gave Ambette more fame and glory. She was sought after by royalty and played lovers like a pinball machine, bouncing from one to another. She died her coat a different color every week and frequented the most expensive bistros and exclusive cabarets. She was often seen with the Count, dining on French fried rat, boiled squab, imported mouse meat, drinking absinth . . . snorting catnip. Anything she wanted. She became a legend in her own mind.

About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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7 Responses to Buckminster & Amber – The Bucks Part 5

  1. Great, Bruce ! – your last line was a corker! I shall borrow it – and fail to attribute it !!!!!

  2. catnipoflife says:

    Outstanding! Ready for the next chapter 🙂 Foxie sends her purr-r-r-rs! ❤

  3. The legendary Ambette….:)

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