Draw - May 21, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "draw". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Draw - Squiddy Geiger - May 21, 2012

Myron worked the paper deftly, the colour from his assortment of pastels filling the whitespace, building the scene. He whistled softly as he worked, a habit he'd picked up early on. It helped him, the song an odd amalgamation of songs from his youth, along with atonal nonsense when he concentrated particularly hard.

The work was coming well. Stacy would like this one, he was sure of it. From time to time he glanced over at a picture, but mostly he was able to do it from memory. It would be perfect, he was sure of that. It always was, and Stacy was never disappointed. It was why she was still with him. Certainly, it wasn't his looks or his money. He had only his talent, and she appreciated it.

No, he took that back. She was the only one who truly knew what his abilities were. He'd been afraid to show anyone what he could do, until that fateful day six years ago. He'd drawn her the necklace, and she'd praised it, and him, and they'd been together ever since.

For other people, he only used pencil. Shades of gray, no colour. With her he let his genius free, and it rewarded them both. He'd never been happier, and she thrived on his work.

At last, he was done. He studied it carefully, checking for imperfections. There, that was wrong, he thought, as he made imperceptible changes to the design. He was very careful with the paper as, judging it to be done, he took it and placed it into an envelope. Time to deliver it. He left the studio for the ten minute drive home.

Stacy smiled as he came in. She returned his kiss happily as he handed her the envelope. She weighed it in her hands carefully, then opened it, pulling the contents onto the coffee table: the blank white sheet of paper, and the two dozen diamonds of varying sizes, from half a carat up to 2 carats. As always, perfect, and just as she had requested. Such a unique and special talent.

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