The museum exhibit looked completely true to life.
Cleopatra and her handmaids watched baby Moses sail sleepily below upon the river. His basket made of bulrushes hid his little body wrapped warmly within its embrace.
Around Cleo's neck was the λείρινος Diamond necklace, worth a large fortune.
I walked enquiringly around the exhibit, pulling at the folds of the lovely Egyptain Kalasiris gowns adorning the women. The mask adhered perfectly to my face, gloves fitted like my own skin.
Towards closing time, I slipped betwixt Cleopatra's gown and hid myself within its voluminous folds.
Camera guy bribed, advise received on alarm avoidance.
Midnight. Undetected, and in total silence, I stripped Cleo and placed myself in her space, shoving her under the large bejeweled window chair. The necklace went around my neck.
Now, I am ebony, Cleo is Ivory. Will he notice? It was dark within, special lighting for the exhibits.
The guard came flashing his light.
I started walking towards him, arms outstretched.
"Cleopatra's ghost". He screamed, running for the door, tripping alarms.
Quickly, I changed back into my clothes. Dressed Cleo, replaced her.
I exited. The guard was speeding down the street. Sirens.
Get-away car. We hurriedly drove away.
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Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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