#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... was it a gift, or a walkmate's hand that asked me to hold it for a while.

Above the thought jumbling the source of this artpeice, thinking of what it contained and what it was worth kept me stalled. The sweat around my ear felt cool and warned me not to wipe it off. Sunnier than a while ago my eyebrows caught a tickling itch.
Shifting the painting to my other arm, I went to satisfy my itch with my left thumb but immediately noticed a thread slim line beaneath it reddish brown in colour.

Yeah, it was blood but wasn't hurting. forgetting about the itch, I dropped the painting to examine other fingers and my right hand.

Three minutes later there was no other sign of the red tricle on my hands but the itch caught back my attention. I bent over to pick up the painting checking if anyone was observing behind the bushes of the Bunglow nearby.

with one finger now I have the itch a big strike and a big drop of blood appeared falling onto the painting. Slipping it away, I saved the painting, but now my whole finger was red.

I....