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paulamcgThe second Sunshine Challenge prompt is here.
Since I've seen others, too, do self-recs, I can't resist posting an old 100-word drabble. This part of my series titled Sketches for a Portrait was written in 2006 and posted on AO3 here among those "self-portraits" of my Remus (who tries to be an artist besides a werewolf) that show him in his drifting years in the 1980s.
Her wrinkled hand lifts a cup full of warm milk to his lips. Now the hands are joined beside her cheek, and the sharp gaze of her beady eyes leaves him for a moment: she closes her lids to make sure he can understand the sign.
While her potions start nourishing his new skin, in his dream he is able…
I am able to hold a paint brush again. I don’t need parchment, paper or canvas. The figures are leaping across the walls. Dolphins. The Prince of Lilies. The monster turns a human face to me and builds the palace.
Since I've seen others, too, do self-recs, I can't resist posting an old 100-word drabble. This part of my series titled Sketches for a Portrait was written in 2006 and posted on AO3 here among those "self-portraits" of my Remus (who tries to be an artist besides a werewolf) that show him in his drifting years in the 1980s.
Her wrinkled hand lifts a cup full of warm milk to his lips. Now the hands are joined beside her cheek, and the sharp gaze of her beady eyes leaves him for a moment: she closes her lids to make sure he can understand the sign.
While her potions start nourishing his new skin, in his dream he is able…
I am able to hold a paint brush again. I don’t need parchment, paper or canvas. The figures are leaping across the walls. Dolphins. The Prince of Lilies. The monster turns a human face to me and builds the palace.
