I don’t know how they couldn’t see it. All the subtle details that are off, one stroke going the wrong way, paint one shade too light. It seems so obvious but everyone else touring walks by like nothing is wrong. The guides talk about these works like their the authentic piece. I know the authentics used to be here, I’ve seen them before. But then what happened to them, were they stolen, did someone damage them and try and cover it up. The guard standing at the doorway to the famous artists room begins to fidget slightly. He notices how I examine the paintings and he knows they have been spotted for the fakes they are. He presses a button on his side and begins to approach me.

“Oh no,”I muttered.