RIVERIN SHORT STORY  Meeting God

A few days before I prepared my art book 3 for impression, I had a very strange visit at my Hilton Head Island little art gallery.

A man walked in; a very handsome and well dressed man walked in and there was such energy and self assurance coming out from him that I immediately thought that this
visitor might very well turn out into a client. I was at the back of the gallery and I waited until he stop in front of one of my paintings.

This was the right moment and I walked towards him.

Hi! I said with most engaging smile.

Hi! He replied.

The painting was a 36" x 36" landscape, one of the best if not the best I ever produced and I was quite hopeful to make a sale to that fascinating man.

- Where are you from? I asked hoping to put him in a good mood
- Anywhere and everywhere! He said.

Oh my God, I thought, another weirdo. My hope to make a sale had just drop considerably. I decided to go on and play the game with him.

- What's your name? I asked.

- You can call me God! He said with a smile.

Wow! That’s a good one, perhaps I should call Lise to come over and meet the weirdo… but before that, I decided to go a little further. Lise is my wife and she was reading
a book behind the counter.

- It is $10,000.00. I said.

- I know Richard!

He knew my name but I did not recall ever meeting him. My memory is so weak. People visiting my gallery and meeting me usually remember me while I could not remember
all those people I meet every day. I did not want to offend him and I let it pass.

- Do you want it? I asked.

- Yes, I buy it.

It was too easy, I could not believe he was sincere and yet the kind of man that says I can call him God could well buy the painting just to show how important he is.


- Will you pay it by check or credit card? I asked, doubting that this was going to turn out into a sale.

- I already paid it! I transferred the money into your checking account!

Wow! That's a good one...I thought, and easy to verify; for we artists are not used to have much money in our checking account and when we do have some, we are
anxious to check the bank statement balance when we receive it. And I had received it the day before and knew there was $38,000.00 in it. I had even told my wife about it
to put her in a good mood.

- Do you want me to bubble wrap it? I asked just to play the game with him.

- I already got it in my office! The man that wanted to be called God said.

- But the painting is still on the wall...

- I made you a copy! He replied.

At that moment I called my wife to come over and when I turned my head back toward the stranger, he wasn't there anymore. He had simply disappeared.

Afterward Lise, my charming wife, who never miss an opportunity to humble me (it’s all right, I deserve it and I love her very much) told me " there was no one with you, you
were talking with yourself ..."

I wasn’t convinced; I still thought something happened; I thought I really met that man and I decided to pull out my bank statement from the drawer.

- You remember how much there was in it yesterday? $38,000.00 right? I told my wife.

- Yes that's what you told me. She replied.

I opened up the file and there it was: a new total, $48,000.00!!!!!!!!

I started shaking; the whole thing was true; I had just met with God and He had just bought one of my paintings.
And... the painting on the wall of our art gallery was a God made copy!!!!!!

I was under shock, God love my work, I thought,  and He came into our gallery, talked with me and bought one of my paintings; the very best I ever made perhaps, and it
was now hanging in his office. But where would His office be? How did the money get deposited in my checking account?

I called the bank to find out and they told me the money had just been wire-transferred from a Swiss bank.

I decided that this was none of my business and I won’t tell anyone the name of that bank for I didn’t ask it to my banker.

I decided not to sell the copy that God gave me.

The painting is still there, on the same wall and there is a card underneath "God copy, not for sale"

I will never sell it. You can come over to see it if you wish, you are welcome.

Is it true? Did I make this up? Did I dream it and after a while thought it was a real event? You decide. I may have dream the whole thing, right? Beside I am a fiction writer so
…But the card “God’s copy, not for sale” is still under the painting.
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