Sunday, 3 December 2017


by Thomas Diehl

One careful hit and the stone chipped just the right way to make the perfect cleft in the hero's chin. Nothing but perfection for Aeliseia's employers. They said they wanted to be surrounded by the perfect beauty the gods had robbed them of. Why that required a blind sculptor, she did not know. No reason to ask, though. That way she still earned a living.

She heard something slither behind her, then the cluck of a new statue set on the marble floor.

“Another one just came in. Somewhat lanky,” Medusa said.

Those Gorgons sure collected a lot of statues.

Author bio: A predominantly English-language German writer of stories with little to no padding, Thomas Diehl can be found online at

Chiselled is part of 101 Fiction issue 17.

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