Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting.
When the musicians awoke from unconsciousness, they carried on playing. With the music starting, the people in the room turned. The musicians froze.
‘Probably a car going by.’
Everyone settled down. The mysterious music restarted.
The people hunted for the source. Every time one of them looked at the painting, the music stopped. They decided they suffered from collective hallucination.
The musicians sang to them, hoping to alert them to their plight. Nobody listened to the words.
The music turned into background noise. But in their dreams, the people often went to New Orleans, watching the band from the painting.
This is my story for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story, a flash fiction challenge run by Barbara W. Beacham (more stories based on the image and the first sentence here).