The Yellow Painting
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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 how when or why. What's going on with me. I couldn't have stolen it. I crept out of the the studio. I can't believe I'm attempting this. I'm must be on some medicine. I kneel down behind a bush, the painting tucked safely in my jacket. If I get this back to my mother, she could sell it and have enough money for my family and I to fly to Greece. Ohh.. now I remember why I have the painting. But this is still crazy. Stealing an expensive painting from a world renowned painter. Now thats just bizarre. I see a bus coming up at a bus stop. That might just draw attention to the painting though. With the bus idea cleared from my mind I decide to just walk home. I have to get past the studio guard first. All I have to do is go around the building. Duh.
As I run behind the building, I see my house around the corner, across the street. Crossing the street quickly and quietly, I make my way around the back to the kitchen door. I open the door, and there they stand, clubs in hand, ready to knock me out with one quick blow. Police guards, waiting for me...........
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 how when or why. What's going on with me. I couldn't have stolen it. I crept out of the the studio. I can't believe I'm attempting this. I'm must be on some medicine. I kneel down behind a bush, the painting tucked safely in my jacket. If I get this back to my mother, she could sell it and have enough money for my family and I to fly to Greece. Ohh.. now I remember why I have the painting. But this is still crazy. Stealing an expensive painting from a world renowned painter. Now thats just bizarre. I see a bus coming up at a bus stop. That might just draw attention to the painting though. With the bus idea cleared from my mind I decide to just walk home. I have to get past the studio guard first. All I have to do is go around the building. Duh.
As I run behind the building, I see my house around the corner, across the street. Crossing the street quickly and quietly, I make my way around the back to the kitchen door. I open the door, and there they stand, clubs in hand, ready to knock me out with one quick blow. Police guards, waiting for me...........