Stories From a Diary

The following stories are all taken from the titles of pictures in my diary. Some are inspired by the picture itself some by the title alone. Many are in their infancy but I am just seeing what people think of them. Most are a little weird but hopefully none are too disturbing.

The Critical Hour of 3 a.m.

The Critical Hour of 3 a.m. (770) "Can I see it now it is finished?. No reply. He just stands there naked except for his painter's smock and looks at the canvass, which he has removed from the easel and placed on the floor.