The Painting | 100 Words Daily
#010
He stared at the painting for what seemed like eternity. No one wondered what captivated him to the point of stillness. Security walked by a few times, but even they seemed not to notice a man sitting on a bench, staring at a painting.
It was as if he was a part of the art.
As it neared closing time he tried to look away but his eyes seemed glued to the painting. Then the figures began to move. Waving him forward. Beckoning him to join them.
His got to his feet, extended his hand and without hesitation touched life.