A job for an artist

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“It was a beautiful day – almost perfect in its serenity. It demanded to be remembered, memorized. I set down my easel on the bank of the river, near the bend, at sunset. Glorious orange hues bounced and reflected off innumerable surfaces.

I never realized that one of those surfaces was the knife; never knew I had been present at the time of the murder. I realized it only the next day while watching the news.”

“Oh! What did you do then?”

“I went to the police station immediately. They now say it takes an artist’s observations to catch criminals!”


Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.

 

31 thoughts on “A job for an artist

  1. I’m sure the artist could be that involved. The question in my mind, is could a murderer be so involved in murder that he didn’t notice an artist painting nearby? Never mind – it’s a great story anyway! It really is a fascinating scenario!

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  2. To be present at the scene of a crime, but not notice it, not feel it, while immersing oneself in the surroundings, must be every artists’ nightmare. I fear being wrapped up in our own world is not limited to artists, though. I am thinking about the state of poverty and famine and war throughout the world and most people, choose to turn a blind eye to it, while focussing on their own lives.

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