It's Impasto

"Hi yes, it's me again."

Her voice was shaking but she continued," It's gone? Already?" Her eyes were veering from the floor to the object in front of her.

"And you're sure its sent to its place of origin?" She nodded.

"Well funny story." She walked towards the object. Checked it's markings at the back.

"It's in my possession." She stood back. It was as she remembered it, harsh contours lining a ghastly face. It's hollow eyes dripping with emotion.

"I'm sure." She touched it and felt the dry acrylic.

"I have no idea." She stood back to fully grasp the painting at its haunches.

"Ok, in a few days." She tilted her head.

''Would it be alright if I send it? I'd like to examine it if you don't mind, of course, I won't obscure the painting in no shape and form." The line mumbled.

"Great, thank you." The line went dead, not by her own doing. When she was about to say goodbye, it started to crackle. She thought the signal was bad but that was improbable. She could hear what sounded like, muffled sobs...

She immediately called Harry, thank god she did. "Harry, it's here!"

"What is?"

"The painting !"

"What do you mean by 'It's here'?"

"I can't explain it, just get home as soon as you can."

"No problem."

She left staring at it and thought that she should really call Crystal and ask her input. Right after, she'd call Madame Alice. She dialled Crystal's number and it went straight to voicemail. Odd, she thought. She always picked up her phone right before her classes started. She figured she was busy and decided to call her later. If she got the same results she'd just pop by her studio and check up on her.

"Hello, Madame Alice?"

"And this is?"

"Dona, Dona Claire, I'm the art blogger from the other day."

She said a type of 'oh' that sounded sarcastic," What can I help you with mon cher."

"This will sound crazy but—" Madam interrupted her.

"Darling, crazy people are the best kind of people."