Harassment

Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.

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Harassment

He felt an intense burning in his chest, his mind wandered without ceasing, in front of him, through his window, he could see that forest of amber tones that called him to create, but he could not do it. They were very close, they followed in his footsteps, why did he have to feel this way? harassed, persecuted, if his only desire was to express himself, it was to liberate the hidden beauty in what nature had created carelessly.

On his desk a simple sketch, a drawing of clumsy strokes, just an idea for his next creation, just a digression, frustrated by the harassment of security agents. His canvas was already in the storage room, but he would have to wait to use it, and it was that waiting that made him uncomfortable. He closed the notebook, stood up and left the room, he had to clear his mind, while he waited for the right moment.

-The drones have followed him for two days with nothing new, -said Alberto, while some images were projected in the space in front of Óliver's desk -. It's not exactly fun to follow, he seems to have a monotonous routine, he goes to the gallery every morning, spends part of the afternoon in his room and then returns to the gallery until nightfall and back to the room, at least that's all he's done these days.

-What about the interior of the apartment, nothing yet? -asked Óliver.

-Today they must give the order, you know how bureaucrats are, -said Alberto -. As soon as they do we will put several surveillance bots inside, Ilda the technology, is very motivated by this, it is the first time that their toys will be used in a real investigation.

-Well keep me posted, anything else on the follow-up?

-No, we only saw him talking to five customers in the gallery, the conversations were not important. With two street food vendors, he seems to be fond of lobster buns. With the waitress of a restaurant, apparently he doesn't cook much, we've seen him make several meals outside his room, on the way to the gallery. He also talked for a while with one of his neighbors, they talked for several minutes about the flowers in the neighbor's garden and the neighbor told him that he would spend placing fertilizer on his plants the next day. Apparently the neighbor is helping him with his garden,- Alberto enumerated, as he looked at the screen of his communicator.
It was a little over half a day when Bruno Lombart returned from the gallery, several meters from him, ten small drones no bigger than a millimeter, flew around him, recording all his activities outside his room. Four doors away from his, Ulysses was crouching in his garden, among the flowers.

-Hello Ulysses, how are your plants? -Bruno saluted cordially.

-Well, Mr. Lombard, I already have the fertilizer for your garden, this morning it was given to me from the shop. Tomorrow I'll inject it into your irrigation system. In two days they must be flowering,- Ulysses replied.

-I thank you Ulises, remember to pass me the bill for your work.

-Of course, Mr. Lombard.

Bruno went on his way to his room and entered, leaving the little drones fluttering around the frontage.

Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, July 2019

Other stories from the series The Age of Perseus

• Perseo / Perseus
• Fenrir / Fenrir
• Iriana / Iriana
• Un nuevo inicio / A new beginning
• El Inicio de un Viaje / The Beginning of a Trip
• La Barrera / The Barrier
• Iceberg / Iceberg
• Emociones / Emotions
• Oculto en el Bosque / Hidden in the Forest
• Bulto Rojo / Red Bulk
• Vigilia / Vigil
• Cavilaciones / Cavilations
• El Deposito / The Storage
• Harassment

I can only thank @xpilar for allowing me to use his digital art in my publication and for motivating my creation. Thank you very much @xpilar

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