The Curator

It was a sunny April morning, the clouds were brighter than the spotlights that lit the grimace paintings kept on the corners of the museum.Her nose nuzzled to her bosoms hoping to escape the wind.In the futile attempt she collected some dust in her beautifully woven red dress and swiftly rushed to the musuem.

The musuem was dimly lit except near the exhibits which were weird expressions on all the despicable things one could imagine on a bad day.

Now she has to select and interpret these works by various artists both well known and unknown and rate them.Thoughts came from nowhere as she rested her heavy head on the desk unable to curate her weird thoughts just like the art works.

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