Gemma had to possess the portrait. The old lady wouldn’t miss it, given she owned hundreds, as she told her carer.
A week later, the old lady died. The family never demanded the picture back. Gemma knew they knew only she could’ve taken it.
The landscape, those brilliant blues of sky and sea, strayed into Gemma’s mind and stayed put. If only she lived there…
Gemma screamed on realising her wish had come true. She screamed again on realising nobody could hear her.
All they would see was a girl with a peculiar expression staring out of the mahogany-framed picture.
A week later, the old lady died. The family never demanded the picture back. Gemma knew they knew only she could’ve taken it.
The landscape, those brilliant blues of sky and sea, strayed into Gemma’s mind and stayed put. If only she lived there…
Gemma screamed on realising her wish had come true. She screamed again on realising nobody could hear her.
All they would see was a girl with a peculiar expression staring out of the mahogany-framed picture.
