“C’mon, we’re running late!” I yell to Leo from across the hallway. “On my way, your highness,” he calls back jokingly.
We get into the cab, and I twist my fingers around each other. Leo puts his hands over mine, and I put my head into the deep carving of his shoulder, where it fits perfectly. “We’re almost there,” he whispers into my hair. And I shiver.
“What is different about Ms. Jackson is that she has become well-known during her lifetime. She has been able to grab the attention of the people while she is still breathing. For her lungs, her heart, her mind, and her ability, I am honored to present to you, Ms. Sandra Jackson.” I feel as though there is no blood running through my veins.
“I can’t believe I talked to Sandra!” I tell Leo, with leftover adrenaline wiring my mind. “I hope you’ll be able to fall asleep tonight,” he laughs, and I laugh too, and I am happy.
Not for long.
I check her blog, and it all seems to match up. I get a call, and nothing seems to make sense.
Is she an artist? No. Is she even a human being? I don’t know.
What’s going on?
“This is an art, my darling,” she whispers. I close my eyes and pretend that I do not exist.
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This Is An Art
Mystery / ThrillerCassidy would've never thought that the kidnappings in New Jersey would have to do with the presentation of Sandra Jackson's painting. What does the painting really mean? Leo tries to calm her down, but she cannot stop thinking about the inevitabl...
