Today was a beautiful day and just the day to go to the local art gallery. There were two things that I loved most about the art gallery: seeing the beautiful paintings and watching the other people. My favorite people are the ones that try to flaunt their status by how much they know. They think they are better than everyone else because they find some deluded feeling towards a painting they know nothing about. I may be a little too judgmental on that. I mean, no one, even the people who study a piece of art for years can’t connect with the paintings in this gallery. Because every single painting is fake. Fake and replaced by a copy I made myself.

“I bet you can’t switch out every painting in the gallery with one of your own.”

The challenge was a joke. I was bored. I wanted to do something that would keep be busy while I was waiting for the perfect timing for a job I was doing. But then I did it. Just one at first. I wanted to see if I could. I watched all day to see people look at the Picasso painting with awe and insight. They had no idea the work put into it to make it exactly the same but they giving it the credit that it deserved.

One by one, thanks to the lazy security guards and the security system that is way too easy to fool. Every painting is sitting in a storage unit under false name with the rest of my many treasures.

I haven’t decided what I am going to do now. I could give them back, but I like keeping my winnings. I could sell them, but how much is someone going to really appreciate them like I do? Maybe I will keep them for a little longer.

I walked over to the woman staring at one of the paintings with a curious look. “It’s a beautiful painting.” I said and she nodded.

“Yes. I have looked at this painting so many times I think I see something different every time.”

I smiled, looking at the painting. “I think it’s flawless.”