It was startling, i stopped breathing, was someone breaking in, I listened, nothing, i tip toed down the stairs and stared, there was almost silence as the living room appeared before me to have something missing, but what. The Fireplace carried a piece of art above it hanging heavily for years done by A local artist that had an impact on me. The art was gone and I wondered who had taken it as I had not related this to the crash. thoughts sorted out and my mind started to focus, the art was laying face up on the ground below the fireplace, the glass was not broken in fact it looked as if it hadn't fallen at all. The screw on the wall was still tight but the screw on the back of the painting had been ripped out of the heavy wooden frame. I was not feeling well in this moment. Had I opened up Pandora's Box? that in fact was what I had done. I am now wondering how deep does this go.
