He had finally managed to gather the right colours for the job, and now he was sat in front of a blank canvas and deciding where he should start. Studying the painting, he mentally broke it down into stages, before taking hold of his brush and beginning to create what he hoped would be a perfect copy. First was a splash of sunshine yellow, nice and bright, followed by a firetruck red that surrounded the yellow like a halo. After that came rivers of forest green, patches of pastel pink, and just a little sky blue around the edges.
Hearing a sound coming from elsewhere in the building, he froze and listened out for further noises and hoped that the artist would not be returning to his studio any time soon. He was sure that he would not be too impressed by the forgery in the slightest - for a start, the yellow splash was way too big and the pink was certainly not as wavy on the original. Also, he had not been able to find the exact shade of orange used to paint a crude signature at the bottom. Hearing no further noises, he sighed with relief and looked at his painting with pride. Sure, it wasn't an exact copy, but he possessed nothing like the skills Neal had. Few people came close, in his experience.
"Peter?" A woman's voice came suddenly from the door, and as he looked up he knew that he had been caught in the act. In Elizabeth's arms was the artist himself! Peter was right, he did not look impressed at all. Elizabeth, curious as to what her husband was up to, walked closely before smiling.
"Are you making a forgery of our son's art?" She asked, her smile turning into a grin. The artist himself examined the two pictures before pressing a tiny hand down onto Peter's version and shaking his head. Clearly, he did not approve of the attempt.
"It's that bad?" Peter asked, before smiling as his son nodded in reply. Well, he knew it was a long shot, but it was obvious that his career as an art forger was over before it had even begun.
"Should we put it on the fridge door?" Elizabeth joked as she picked the copy up.
"That's only for the real professionals," Peter replied with a grin.