Love, Lithographs, and Lichtenstein

"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..."

Jeff read in an undertone the message from his beloved Freya, feeling the eyes of his team fixed on him. The story still felt too melodramatic, even for him. For a long time he had pondered what her last words in her beautiful corporeal form had meant. All efforts to contact Lichtenstein before his death had been in vain.

Lichtenstein was the last to see her alive and knew how the telephone call between Jeff and Freya ended. Jeff didn't, thanks to the cruel mistress that is fate. The phone went dead before he heard the last words of his beloved.

Thanks to a lot of favours owed to him and the almighty dollar, he had finally found a source that had access to an unreleased lithograph with the rest of Freya's words.

With baited breath, he carefully unzipped the casing and...

"Cut!" called the director, as stagehands darted in to reset the props and lighting.

"Jeff" retired to his trailer, muttering, “What even is this? A melodramatic mystery about a lithograph? I didn’t spend four years at Juilliard for this crap.”

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Author's Notes: Yeeeeeeeeeah. Another entry for Ray's awesome challenge, details of which can be found by following the link below. I have also included links to my other entries and my most recent poem, for you to look at if you want to!

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