#46 Confusion

Conrad sat cross-legged on the floor staring up at the canvas on the easel.

“What the fuck?” he muttered to himself.

From his pocket he pulled a crushed up packet of Marlboros and carefully slid one bent cigarette from it.

He carefully straightened it, put it in his mouth and lit it with a match from the pack on the floor. He inhaled deeply and blew out a long plume of blue-tinted smoke in the direction of the painting. He then shook his head, as if trying to clear it before exclaiming once more

“What the fuck?”

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