Art Thief


Lighting in the art room was dim. The overpowering smell of oil paints radiated throughout the small room, but it didn’t seem to bother Sebastian.

He spent his time painting the hours away. He stared at the canvas. A small smile slowly shaped on the young man’s face as he scribbled some words on the bottom right of the canvas.

The door flung open. “Sebastian!” a middle-aged man called, “Do you realize what time it is?” he asked, pointing to his watch.

Sebastian looked at his cellphone, which read eleven forty-two at night. “I just wanted to finish the painting for you before tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to finish it,” Mr. Mertzil assured, “You just started yesterday.” Mr. Mertzil, a professor at the Art Center College of Design, was loved by students and faculty alike.

“Just clean up and you can go.” Mr. Mertzil sighed.





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