Walter studied the painting, admiring the duke’s powdered wig and frilled cravat. His eyes widened as the duke stepped out of the gilded frame and strode towards him, extending a bejeweled hand.
Walter accepted the duke’s handshake. Looking down, he noticed that the rings now adorned his own fingers. Puzzled, Walter looked up and met his own gaze. His other self winked, turned, and left the room.
Walter called out and raised his hands but his glittering rings thrashed against the inside of the canvas, causing his powdered wig to slip.