The first article of note was the canvas that spanned a considerable length of the Victorian wall. Perched against an albino surface, it was a window onto an ocean of amber hues, emerald tones, and ivory splashes of paint, seemingly composed on a summer’s wind. The work was encased in a significant frame of solid gold, affected by a skilled hand, the enclosure bearing masterful motifs, which were carved into its precious exterior.
Benjamin found himself enamored by the leisure marine vessel in the midst of the composition.
He turned, to find the damsel of the amber tresses and the scarlet mouth.
“That’s where I bought it.”
He continued to stare.
“It’s a quaint little island in Greece. Magnificent beaches.”
Her body was wrapped in a vintage ivory blouse by Chanel. She loved Chanel.
Benjamin blinked once.
“Thank you for having me.”
“Thank you for being here. I mean, in my home!”
Benjamin was uncertain, as evidenced in the contortion of his brow.
Lucy placed a slender hand, over a feigned look of start.
Implode. Part XXXIV – DK