Gary studied the man intently, capturing every detail. The length of the man’s hair, the shape of his nose. None of it would matter much though if he didn’t get the eyes just right.
He spent most of his time on the man’s eyes. Windows into the man’s being, his soul. Eyes told you a lot about a person, their measure of their own worth. If not properly captured, the drawing would lack the life of it’s own Gary had been known for creating.
Yet something was wrong. He knew he had managed every last detail of this man’s eyes and yet the life was still not there. Instead, looking at this image seemed to pull the viewer’s own life force just a bit, drawn into a chasm apparent in this man’s eyes, and draining it away.
“I’m sorry. What did you say your name is?”, Gary asked the man as he continued his drawing.
“Lucifer.”, the man replied, “Though I am known by many.”
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Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #40 and Fandango’s One Word Challenge: window
I hope you enjoyed this brief tale. Image by pixel2013 @ pixabay.com
Have a great day!
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019
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