A NOIR EVENING
8x8inch oil on panel
It was just one of those evening. The theater just let out, I turned my caller up on my coat, shoved my hands into my pockets and began to walk in the misty night air. Everything was going fine, all was as planned, another hour and I was a free man. I smiled to myself when out or the shadows she stepped, gun in hand.
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