It had been too quiet in his apartment and he wanted a new subject to paint. The little café and bakery on the next street over had seemed like the perfect place for him that day.
A quiet place but with the gentle chatter and the other sounds associated with a bakery. The perfect place for the mood he was in today.
A flash of pink out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head around. And there she was. Sakura seemed to bestow a glowing circumstance to those around her on such a wet and miserable day.
She wasn't in her normal attire this day. But, her pale red yukata combined with her rosy hair made her seem to produce a radiance missing from the other passersby.
Sakura turned her head and the gentle, yet sad, look on her face struck him with instant inspiration.
Taking pen to paper, he quickly sketched out his idea. Leaving some coins on the table, he grabbed his things and rushed back to his apartment; images of a benevolent, pink-haired angel floating in his mind's eye.
Published May 19, 2011
