Saturday's Storyteller: "The last thing I had expected was for the drawing I had completed to wink at me."
by Belinda Roddie The last thing I had expected was for the drawing I had completed to wink at me. I had made her simple, straightforward - black lines, minimal shading. Her body hunched over that single lump of stone I had rubbed into existence on the thick paper of the sketchbook. Her fingers dipped in the inky blackness of what would have been a pond if I had been keen enough to use blue. She was flat, colorless, and oddly shaped. But she had eyes. And she could wink with them. I closed the sketchbook in one simple snap, and for a minute, I thought I heard sniffling. Like someone was crying. But it was simply the snoring of my chubby tabby cat from his cushioned tower in the corner, and I was able to proceed with my day as normal. I'm not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. I sketch, yes. I use pen and pencil. But I've never had that creative touch to me. Doodling has been something I've done for years, mostly to pass the time and steer off boredom. M