Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Afton Drawing

It was a crayon drawing. Although it was messy, you could tell what she drew. Elowen had drawn two figures holding hands. One was a tiny girl in a pink dress. The other was a taller woman with long dark hair, wearing a suit. Above their heads, she had drawn a massive blue ocean with giant cargo ships floating in the water. She had drawn herself and Tyla Avery. I stared at the wrinkled paper for a long time after everyone else had gone to bed. Tyla had mentioned she had a child of her own.

I watched from the shadows, my form bound to these walls, unable to step beyond the front porch no matter how I strained. Bella had left one last drawing by the sealed basement door before the family moved out. The Bennetts found it on their first full day. Margaret picked it up and smiled at the colorful image of a woman by the water. “Children have such imaginations,” she said to Harold. He nodded, but I saw the way his eyes lingered on the dark marks around the woman’s neck.

Maybe he thinks I’m going to vanish into thin air, or maybe, just maybe, his brain hasn’t fully accepted the fact that I was alive. I reached into my apron to take out a towel, but something else slid out with the towel. A drawing. Small, but very colorful, and impossible to miss. I froze instinctively for half a second, and that was all it took for Zenith to piece things together, as he reached for the drawing before I could even blink. Mama and Eli was boldly written on it with crooked writing, and little hearts and star shapes, and below the writing, was Eli’s drawing of the two of us. The meaning was clear as day.

The ship will be moved from the anchorage only when the rough sea changes. Elizabeth has only one photograph of Anna. What happened with Anna? Where is she now?

Was it the same day? 1805 Aakifahlynn was taken aback. This surely was not the same day, or was it a later time that day? To top it off, the 1405 version of Aakifahlynn was giving off some suspicious vibes, a feeling of impending danger that 1805 Aakifahlynn couldn't quite place. She picked up a drawing from her bed, a map that held the key to her fate, and whispered, while 1805 Aakifahlynn invaded 1405 Aakifahlynn's space to catch a glimpse of the drawing.

It just fascinates me to no end. “The picture is incredible.” The girl sits down beside me. “May I take a closer look?” I hesitate before I hand her the book. I have never shown anyone other than Alec my work before. She studies the picture, running her hand over the scene lightly as if she is afraid her touch would somehow ruin the image. In the drawing, I depicted a colonial woman being hung as her family weeps at her feet. Children with tears on their scrunched-up faces. A man, his head bowed, his body bent over with grief. It's one of the better pictures that I've drawn and I'm kind of proud of it.

Aurora. He walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed. He saw something on the nightstand. A piece of paper. He picked it up. It was a drawing. Ethan’s drawing. Not the one with the smudge. A new one. It showed a house. The beach house. There was a sun in the corner. There were waves. And there were three figures. A woman in black. Maman. A boy in blue. Ethan. And a man in gray. Tall. With big hands.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

“It was hard and it was honest and it is the beginning of something that will take time but it was real.” She nodded. He crossed the kitchen. He held out a piece of paper. She looked at it. At the crayon lines. At the yellow dress and the sun in the corner. At her name at the bottom in small careful letters. She looked at Zara’s drawing for a long time. Something moved through her chest. Warm and specific and completely her own. She took it carefully. “She has never drawn someone she has not met,” Elliot said quietly. “I know,” Sera said.

"Mama. Look at the east tower. I fixed the load distribution." She came in and looked at the east tower and made the appropriate sounds of appreciation and asked the appropriate questions and Luca answered them with the thoroughness of an architect receiving a peer review. Lena looked up from her drawing and held it out without speaking. Elara took it. It was a drawing of two figures, small and detailed for a four-year-old's work. Standing in what appeared to be a large space, possibly a building, surrounded by other small figures. The two central figures were slightly larger than the others. Lena had used silver for them.