My goal is 200 words each day, so I'm happy to have gotten 500!
Here's an extract:
His eyes were steel grey in the shadow. If he moved from the shadow into the light, she thought his eyes might change to blue. She sipped her coffee and reached for a grey-blue pastel. Returning to her sketch, she applied some light strokes to the shadowed part of the man’s body. That was it. The touch of blue added a sense of mystery, of pent-up energy to the grey form in the drawing.
A shadow blocked her light, and she looked up. He stood over her, tall, reed thin, smiling.
“You’re drawing me.”
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Actually, I was hoping you’d give it to me.”
Now, two years later, she cursed her missing husband, and what he’d hidden behind those steel grey eyes. She wondered what he’d really been waiting for that day.
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on 2009-11-01 08:32 pm (UTC)My goal is 200 words each day, so I'm happy to have gotten 500!
Here's an extract:
His eyes were steel grey in the shadow. If he moved from the shadow into the light, she thought his eyes might change to blue. She sipped her coffee and reached for a grey-blue pastel. Returning to her sketch, she applied some light strokes to the shadowed part of the man’s body. That was it. The touch of blue added a sense of mystery, of pent-up energy to the grey form in the drawing.
A shadow blocked her light, and she looked up. He stood over her, tall, reed thin, smiling.
“You’re drawing me.”
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Actually, I was hoping you’d give it to me.”
Now, two years later, she cursed her missing husband, and what he’d hidden behind those steel grey eyes. She wondered what he’d really been waiting for that day.