Sins and Stitch's

I got a call while in the midst of my creative process. It was while working on a portrait. If I must say it was like a Waltz of Self-Destruction. This person I saw quite a few times his hair like fire. Like a phoenix he was truly breathtaking but pitiful all the same. It got on my nerves those detectives calling. They interrupted me when I was on the most vital part of my creation.

'At the scene of each crime there is one of your pieces the people dying as depicted in your paintings.' He began at the other end of the line
'You wouldn't happen to know anything?' The voice resounded in my ear and I paused for a moment
'Hey are you listening?'
'Yeah This weird guy came by several months ago.' I recalled, 'he made all kinds of macabre requests. The paintings he wanted the very thought and how much detail he used when speaking made me sick'

The line went dead