* A kiss, a blank canvas, criminal charge...

A kiss. Then I saw nothing. Darkness. Everything black around me. I felt her lips running away from mine, I didn’t feel her anymore and I don’t know exactly how much time I laid there, standing in the middle of the gallery. Of course, in any way, I had to wake up, but this wasn’t the better way. The alarm fired and the police came into the room with my chief screaming and gesturing. It was all a fuss and then I remembered my position in the gallery: I was supposed to sweep that room. The broom was on the floor and my body was still warm of desire.
-Where’s the painting?-scream my chief, the owner of the art gallery.
(You must be thinking it is a well-known gallery, but no. I can’t tell you exactly the name, but see it as a permanent exhibition of modern local art, just like the ones you can find in a special corner.)
Only then I realized one painting was missing: A blank canvas that used to be unnoticed for most of the people but not for her. It was her who stole the painting. Many things crossed my mind, specially the fact that she was crazy, but I already knew that for a very long time. This was something she has never done, this could have criminal charge… And what was the purpose?
I put my hands in my pockets and found a note: “From the blackness of the night comes the dawn.” And she was gone. Forever.