The Museum

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox 

I knew immediately Scott had made the glass sculpture.  He had tried to change his style, but wasn’t completely successful.  Why he was making new art at all was beyond me.  He was supposed to be hiding, not projecting to the world he was still alive.  The only thing I had to do was to find out where he was ‘hiding’.  Which wouldn’t be hard because he always craved attention.  Being an artist was the perfect way for him to insert himself into the spotlight.  If he wasn’t dead by the time I found him, I would kill him myself. 

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