Ty moved over towards the couches and chairs. Familiar curls were peeking out from the side of the large armchair. He moved through the opening between the chair and couch. Legs were tucked up and his head lay within the folds of his arms, curling him into a tight ball. The familiar plaid jacket covered artistic hands that were smudged with charcoal. The sketchbook rested upon torn and faded jeans. Upon the page were the beginnings of a bare chest, a sculpted shoulder, and a sixpack. The broken end of a stick of charcoal had come to land on his knee.

With a pleased smile, Ty had his cell out to capture this image. Happy with his prize, the phone was put away. Arms upon his bent knees, he leaned closer, “okay fate, I get it.”
#DefinitelynotDisappointed #SelinaElliot

Author’s Notes: for years I fought against what fate was telling me. But I’m an artist and an author, and being anything else eats away at the soul. Perhaps I waited too long, with new technology that can generate pictures and stories without us. Whatever the road ahead looks like, I’m keeping to the path fate is telling me to walk.
Selina