The demolition crews had nearly finished tearing down the building. It was a shame because the photo-realistic mural, covering the building and depicting killer whales at sea, was beautiful.
Three people stood before it. Officer Kennelly said, “Are you sure, Ma’am?”
“It’s him,” moaned Sharon. “He always did amazing things while sleepwalking.”
Kennelly turned to the demolition foreman. “How’d he get in there?”
Victor shrugged. “You’re askin’ me? I found ‘im like that.”
Kennelly keyed his radio. “Dispatch? I need an artistic consultant.”
“What for?” replied Dispatch.
Kennelly stared at the man walking on water, within the mural. “We need to get a guy out of a painting.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields collects photos from fellow Fictioneers and offers them as a writing prompt for Flash Fiction. This week, C.E. Ayr offered a great one. Look here to see the stories other folks wrote about the picture above: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/08/19/21-august-2015/