DAY TWENTY-SIX
JANUARY 26TH 2016
PROMPT: "Kind" [four days]
part 2 of 4
Sitting on the floor of Maya's room, he held the sheet in his hands, the drawing that she had made of him, or at least of some version of him. This was what she saw when she looked at him, or at least what she thought he looked like to the world. He couldn't figure out if this was good or not, if it meant she liked that about him or if she was making fun of him. He kept on looking, waiting to find the answer.
She really was a talented artist, and it was in no way overdone. He didn't look ridiculous. He looked like a white knight on a horse. He looked strong, and not at all mean, no, not Lucas the Good. He was shining. So at one time, Maya had sat and drawn him like this, and judging from where he had found the sheet, he had to imagine it had been on display for some time, before it had fallen behind her dresser. It had stayed there since, forgotten, left to collect dust, which only confused him more.
"Hey, sorry that took a while, I..."
He scrambled to put the sheet back, realizing he might not have been meant to see this, but when Maya walked in, she found him there, on his knees, arm outstretched and drawing in hand. He looked up at her, just as she reached down and took the sheet from him.
See you tomorrow! - mooners