The Magic Painting
She stood before the painting
And slowly it changed
The cat moved slightly
The woman’s head nodded
She liked the painting
It was very well done
Much intricate design
Much wizardry of the eye
They had resurfaced
Then gone again
Forever lost
In magical memories
There in the silence
A new picture appeared
A road on the mountains
Where there were many winds
The clouds were profound
And there was an angel
Holding something above the road
It was beautiful
She sat there all day
And recorded the paintings
One by one
As the pictures changed
She did not sleep
She did not eat
She sat in front of the magical painting
And watched
And watched and watched
And watched
She like many others was found dead in front of the painting
She had not bathed, she had not slept, and she had not eaten.
The beautiful paintings would appear and disappear leaving the victim
Stunned
In awe
And paralyzed with wonder, until they starved to death.
The magical painting had killed her
Its auburn crisp fall scene of a white picket fence
Golden leaves
And a beautiful sunset
No one knew how she had managed to sit there and just die
But the painting they found her sitting in front of was remarkable,
And the notepad was full of descriptions
Some vague
Some poetic
Some were rantings about how cruel the world was outside her window
The painting had claimed another victim
And like the woman with the cat
She too would appear in the painting from time to time
Smiling by a window drinking wine
Holding a pen scrawling on a note pad wearing a blue dress.
The painting stayed in the house for over a decade and no one saw the changes
but soon it was sold in an auction and its story continues.
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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