Adventurous Drawings Novels & Stories

Leo cheered, skidding to a halt beside my chair and thrusting the paper right into my lap. I looked down at the drawing, a soft, involuntary smile breaking across my face. It was drawn in bold, vibrant colors. In the center was a stone castle with blue flags on the turrets. Standing in the grass out front were three stick-figure people holding hands. On the left was a figure with black hair in a red dress labeled Mommy. On the right was a broad figure colored in black crayon labeled Mr. Tyson. And right between them, holding both of their hands with a yellow smiley face, was a smaller figure labeled Leo.

Patrick nodded to his Boss and turned his smiling mien to the lady wrapped only with a bath towel, unsure if she was wearing anything or none at all beneath the soft fabric of a snow-white towel. “Well, with your complexion, I suggest we create colorful flowers to cover the scars since they seemed to be rounded in shape and smaller than a penny. They would like wild and lonely but would also represent how survivors they can be to exist in places they were not expected to be.” Patrick continued to explain. But Mavie blurted.

Different, yet similar. Adrian was stable now but his eyes were still closed. When Wendy handed him the book and pencil, he started scribbling something down, it was illegible and none of them could see it, and soon, he started drawing, still with his eyes closed. It looked like he was sketching but his drawing was quite detailed, mid way into the drawing and they could recognize Seth’s house. As though his drawing was in motion which the three of them follows closely, he drew a room with two people lying on the bed, one with clear skin be the other with patched skin as though she had been continuously bruised.