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SURREALISM or ones lost in time
Science –fiction story
Published by Farhad Mammadov at Smashwords
Copyright 2015 Farhad Mammadov
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Somewhere in England….
Immense gallery, perfect indoor lighting. Only two men present in this hall, though the
other one as ever, overburdened with melancholic and pacific English noblemen. O nly Mister
Ortega and tall young guy with peculiar exterior of a “con” in sharp glasses. That funny looking
guy standing by the painting coming third in row, dubbed as “The lost time” otherwise Melting
clocks, almost bowed down before it, peering at every tiny detail of a one century old painting.
As if, he was going to cry out “Evrica” or at least “Found” after while, thougt Ortega.
Seconds later, four-eyes guy in a gradual and soft manner began slipping his forefinger
towards “melting clock” just like a kid first time up to experiencing the fire. However something
unpredictable made him change his mind, thus returned his right hand back into his pocket
immediately. Gave a sharp look to his gallery companion. Ortega sniffed scornfully and uttered
in a silent tone
“What a jerk, this masterpiece is not for poking finger…I really wonder, if old bastard
comes in time?!”
What a brilliant arrival…perfectly in time. Indeed. Beforementioned old bastard entered
the same hall with brown brief-case in left hand. His black oriental styled boots were covered
with heavy dust all around, unpolished.
Eccentric Italdesign grey PalZeliery costume made him look older than he was. He had
irregular bone structure, just like one who‟d been sitting behind the google-box and stuffing his
stomach with junk food for more than a year – and without even lifting his greasy butt from a
sofa. He was utterly plum one.