Jesenia Diaz- I’m ungraduated student from New Jersey pursuing a BA in creative writing for entertainment at Full Sail University. My passion is writing Plays, and drama stories and I also write poetry. The change in the ride is my first published story in 2017. And hopefully will continue to publish more.
The Mysterious Night
Eric leaned against the reception desk as he looked over the painting that rested on an elegant counter. “How about this one?” he said.
“We’ll take that one tonight. That looks like a Kooning.” Charlie observed the picture as well.
“What the heck is a Kooning?”
“I don’t know. I just heard it from somewhere.” Charlie slapped Eric on his back.
“Stupid! You don’t know anything art history do you.”
“No. I was never good at history, but I know this picture is worth millions.”
“Did you just say millions? Let’s keep moving to the next one.”
Eric and Charlie approached the next painting. Charlie tripped over the rug. He sighed when the security guard approached them. They both had rip jeans pants and a black hoody, had black sneaker. It was pass over time for the museum to close. The security guard wanted to leave.
“Excuse me, but you got to leave were closing at the moment.
“Okay. We’re going,” Charlie said. He glanced at Eric. “Let’s go. The man wants to go home.”
“We can always come back later.” Eric slapped Charlie on his back.
They left the museum. The night was cold as they walked to a white van.
“How are we going to get the paintings?” Charlie asked. He kept his head low so that no other person would hear him talking to Eric.
“You idiot. I know there’s security and all but I believe there’s another door way to get in so that he won’t notices where there.”
“So, what time do you think we should be there.”
“Maybe at midnight. I been having this planned out for months we can’t fail.”
“Okay.” Eric whispered.
The security was checking the museum to make sure there was nobody in there. He double checks himself to make sure he didn’t forget. Meanwhile in an old abandoned building where the two guys were getting ready to steal the painting. They bought some wine to celebrate that they were going to accomplish their thief at the museum. Eric was laughing he poured some wine in the glass and cheer to Charlie.
“Charlie, cheers to you because tonight were going to become rich.” Took a sip of the wine. “Thanks for your idea were going to be rich.”
“Charlie do you have the list of the painting.” Eric put the glass down on the table.
“Yea! I got it right on in my pocket.” Dig into his pocket and search for the paper he took it out and handed it to Eric.
“Which one do you think we should take first.” Looking at the list.
“The storm on the sea of Galilee by Rembrandt Van Rijn.”
“Seriously you want to go religious on me.”
“That one’s worth 500,000,00.”
“Well, that five hundred million is going to be ours. Its time let’s go,” Charlie said, folding his paper in his pocket as they both walked out.
The night had come where Eric and Charlie were hype about robbing the painting. They were only thinking about the money that they were going to take out of from the painting. As they approached the museum Eric put his hand on the handle and the door lock was loose it wasn’t lock.
“The door is open.” Charlie said looked at Eric
“No duh, let’s go in.”
“We’re going to be rich. We’re going to be rich.” Charlie whispered as he sung.
“HOLD ON!” Eric was in shock he saw at the wall.
“What is it?”
“Look for yourself.” The wall from where the painting was it was empty someone had took it before they did. The frame of where the painting was at looked destroyed from how it was before it gotten stolen.
“The painting is gone.” Eric looked around