Playing Robin Hood with a Picasso
Sooo! I stole a Picasso.
On 22 June, 2016 Picasso's "femme assise" (Seated Woman) work, sold for $63.7 Million dollars, at Sotheby's in London. At that time, it had been the most expensive Cubist painting ever sold at auction.
The buyer is my uncle, a rich modern day Scrooge. Why does the rich throw so much money into the inanimate, when the world keeps calling for peace, caring and love.
I decided to steal it from right under his nose. Sell it to some dark art dealer in the underworld.
The proceeds I intended for the poor.
They caught me. Locked me up.
Sorry world!
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Truly insightful.Food for thought. Keep up the good work
Great little story, loved this! You most definitely have a flare for the dramatic and whimsical stories! Great work Novel!
What’s that movie where he steals the painting… based on a true story.. the Duke! That’s it. I forget the reason for the theft… but yours is more noble surely!! 😅
You are a modern day Robinhood for sure, enjoyed this short story 🥰