#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...
Where I am right now? I don't know..
Who am I? I don't even remember my name.
An intense wave of pain erupted in his head.Holding his head in his both hands, he tried to remember something when he heard the phone ringing in his own pocket. He took out the phone and saw the screen saying "Eric Calling", he confusingly answered the call and said, "Yes?", the voice came from the phone as "Hey David! did you reach the point with painting?", with no clue of the situation he just replied "Yes". The speaker said, "okay good! be there, we are on our way, party and money both are with me", he exclaimed excitedly and the call disconnected.
He put the phone back into the pocket, folds the painting...