Every piece was painstakingly curated, secured, and tended to. Details like angle, lighting, height, all carefully planned and executed. The final pieces earning its rightful place in the now silent museum.
The glow of the evening sun cast the space in shades of rose gold hues. It was her favourite time of the day, when it was just her and the treasures of the world which held their silent stories in the very essence of their being. The stories of times long gone, and the imprints that leave the echo of the past ricocheting into days yet to pass.
Completing her final task, she turned and walked to the huge French window overlooking the lush gardens, blooming with colours of Spring. .
The sound of a muffled bang echoed down the hallway, followed by a low sound of a harsh curse. Glancing at her watch, a slight frown marred her face as she realised that there shouldn't be anyone else in this part of the building. She resolutely gathered her wits about her and went towards the location where the sounds originated.
This is where the protagonist of the story dies, she thought ruefully. The route brought her to the museum's conservatory. Deciding not to tip-off the possible intruder, she gingerly widened the gap between the glass doors, and silently slipped into the hall.
There she was met with the sight of a guy in the midst of... stealing...? a potted Philodendron Melanochrysum. "What do you think you're doing?" He jumped in surprise, "shi- who, in Zeus' name, are you?" "Don't steal my line." She retorted. He rubbed his nape sheepishly. "Well, I can explai-" "-You better." She interjected. "Sassy aren't you? Basically, my friend was looking for this plant, and I forgot about it, and since I remember seeing this species here-" "-you thought it would be a good idea to steal this then?" She questioned incredulously. When he nodded adorably, she just shook her head in defeat. "So, can I take it?" His eyes twinkled with mischief. "No. But I know where we can get another."
And so the adventure began.
Gift for: @printsoflife