It haunted his sleep. It flashed into his mind intermittently. This troubled him. One morning after the strange episode, he decided to capture its stillness. He stood up and went to his studio. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for some minutes and opened the door.
With brush strokes here and there and few blotches, the painting was done; only he couldn’t understand why a man stood by the seaside watching a woman halfway into the water with her hands stretched out to him.
The painting was bought by a detective. It was a clue to a crime.