moving through darkness in a deadly speed. Collision and fainting fit. Before opening eyes, he heard the sudden voices and sounds. Not that sudden when it starts instantly,… rather like it was in his brain all the time, but someone was gradually voluming it up.
“W…e..eee…we…di…d…We did it!” – it sounded like Ortega. He opened his eyes astonished of all around. It was small roof, pell-mell room. Red wallpapers and small roof were reminding of classical Spanish interior. Room was messed up with trash, drafting, brushes of different size, cardboard and so on.
“We did it you son of a bitch! You were right. But wait a minute, where is painting, the Burning Giraffe?”
“Somewhere inside the room…Lets look for it”
When they turned back to wall behind them, strong acid streamed all over their body, they were paralyzed to the see the painting. But I was not most horrifying part. Frameworks, color and background were the same as in museum. However there was no sign of any object , either monsters or giraffe on the painting. Painting hasn’t been finished yet. “STUCK IN TIME”
by Farhad MAMMADOV
"Surrealism... Or Ones Lost in Time" Page 3
