Gallery

Written for https://fivedotoh.com/2023/10/15/fowc-with-fandango-gallery/

Scott wandered around his own personal art gallery, and wondered if anyone would see his wounded pictures. Every time he took a life, he painted her picture. Not an exact likeness, that would be stupid. In each of those pictures was an item they owned. Whether it be an earring, a hair clip, or a necklace.

He couldn’t bear to part with his victims, but the freezer needed to be cleaned out, ready for fresh meat. If he didn’t say so himself, they were remarkable. His art teacher at college was the first to notice his talent.

Today was going to be a special day.

Another muse would inspire him. She didn’t realise it yet, and the undercoat had been prepped. All he needed to do now was cook her a meal. Another one of his many talents? A masterful meal, with a few added extras. The first time he spoke to her, she was looking at a painting of a sunflower.

He stood beside her, in his best suit, and they talked about the painting. It was funny, but she reminded him of his mother. Always on about brush strokes, and how impossible it was to recreate. The one person, who never appreciated the effort that went into creating perfection.

As she stood on his doorstep, there was a quick glance at her lapel, before there was a rap on the door. He opened it with a flourish, and he appreciated that this woman had made an effort. The street was empty, apart from a black van down the road.

Unusual, but the street was in darkness, besides she wouldn’t be taken out the front. First she would see his artwork, before her meal awaited. Living in a quiet area, always helped to silence the critics.