Aligned
Posted on November 27th, 2012
Miss drew the line. It was vertical and oddly straight. The shading from the pencil was thick, never wavering its size and she wished she could be in that line, or at least on the other side of it. These drawings were such personal endeavors. She wasn’t an artist, but she liked these projects, these experiments that required only one warm, hunched body. This time was different though because she had company. Mister was sitting across from her and he was drawing a house, she could see that clearly. Miss stopped herself because she was about to draw one as well and she thought it would be too strange if they both had the same ideas. She turned the paper ninety degrees and thought…