"Shit," I heard a guy curse.
"What is it?" the person talking to him asked.
"I forgot my trash can at one of the exhibits." I ponder why someone would bring a trash can to an art exhibition, but hey, to each their own.
"Which one?"
"The one with the Galaxy pattern on it."
"No, which exhibit, because I put my work in there and I'm scheduled to put it up later."
"Oh, I don't quite remember."
"I need to get that skull back dude, it took me a decade to make that thing."
"I hear you man, that trash can took me 3 years to get perfect. Wait, I think I remember where I left it."
"Where?"
"The single-brushstroke expression."
"The painting about the," he made air quotes, "'deployment of one's soul'?"
"Yep."
"Well, I hope some visitor didn't steal it."
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Cerita PendekI have a class that demands I write a story according to a prompt every week and I'm behind, so I figured posting them on here might help encourage me to get my shit done. I've already finished and turned in weeks 1 and 2, so we're skipping those. ...
