Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
A few days after I returned from China we went for the big score. It was a quiet Wednesday morning at the Museum, perfect for stealing a painting. At our apartment we readied our popes, getting them into their papal robes then putting a large overcoat and hat on each of them. That way, their... Continue Reading →
The Museum of Modern Art, like most museums, employed state of the art security measures. But like most museums it also had a weakness for tradition, and there was one particular tradition that Rory and I could exploit. The Dead Pontiff Protocol dates back a good two hundred years or so, and though the exact... Continue Reading →
Rory woke up around seven and came in to examine the previous day’s work. With unbridled excitement I explained that he had just replicated a van Gogh painting—a ridiculously expensive van Gogh painting! Rory was unmoved by this, and only wanted to know if he could still paint a portrait of Gus Logie over the... Continue Reading →
"Hey man," I said. "Taking a break?" "Oh, no," he replied. "It's done." "Seriously?" "Yeah," he said, getting up from the couch. "Let me show you." He led me into his workroom and showed me what he had produced. "I give you… Family Picnic by the Bay," he said with great satisfaction. I took one... Continue Reading →
We rented a small flat in the city. It was close enough to the state art gallery that I could go there daily to study the kind of security measures we would be up against for the heist, and it allowed Rory a place to work without distraction or intrusion. At the end of our... Continue Reading →
I waited until the class finished then approached the undiscovered maestro. I explained to him I was going to steal a priceless piece of art and, unbeknownst to the gallery, replace it with a forgery. The plan was then to sell the original artwork for a fortune on the black market. I just needed someone... Continue Reading →
In the summer of 1998 I took a job as a model in an art studio. Well, I suppose since I hadn't actually been offered a job, I just took an opportunity. I showed up one day, got nude and stood on a small table in the middle of an art class. The teacher, Eileen,... Continue Reading →