Woman in Stone

He would go outside with his sketchbook and pencil in hand to draw people walking by. Today, he plopped down on the bench in one of the most famous parks around: Roseberry Park. The park was quiet today with no interesting people to draw. An old man across from him sprinkled bread crumbs of his sandwich on the ground for the birds to eat. Behind him, a boy around the age of 11 was playing frisbee with his dog.

Everything felt so bland and dull to this man. At the corner of his eye, he saw a woman. The first thing that caught his attention was her hair. It was a beautiful shade of black; it also stopped on her mid back. Each strand was perfectly crafted for her head. Her dress was butterscotch yellow which brought out the color of her eyes: brown.

As she approached him, he quickly started to sketch her down making sure he leaves nothing left out. He has to sculpt her later. She glanced at him and stared. His hand stopped moving. He bite the inside of his cheek hoping she didn’t notice him staring at her.

“You’re Gavin, right? You fit the description of this crazy sculptor guy that lives near me.” she asked. He doesn’t respond. She heard of him?

“Oh whatever, I probably got the wrong guy. Have a nice day sir.” she continued her walk leaving Gavin alone once more.

In his chest, he felt like someone was pulling his heart with string. She was definitely one of the most beautiful woman he ever met. Gavin gets up and quickly walks home. He want to keep the memory of this woman alive in stone.