#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... all that comes to mind,is the image of her perfect dentition while I drove, and I, veering off track, out of sheer excitement. Maybe she was my lover,or no,my wife or probably just a friend..all that matters no more, because I can't even remember what she looks like any more. Night after night, the virtuoso artist I have been...