Character SketchPosted: November 23, 2015
I’m at work, with only seconds to eyeball each person who passes me. What do I do? I sketch them. Let me know if I should share more of these tidbits.
She takes her time walking through the mall, zipped up in her fuzzy green hoodie. She carries a bag with a shoebox in it as she talks on the phone. She smiles brightly, disingenuously, as she makes a date with a man who is not her husband.
Her boot heels tap out a quick rhythm, but in contrast, she leisurely pulls her phone from her pocket to see if her friend has texted back yet. She hasn’t, so she tucks the phone away and pushes her hair behind her ear as she continues on her way.
He looks around, lost and confused. The pointed toes of his cowboy boots angle left, then right. He hesitates, staring at nothing. His stomach chimes in, and he head toward the food court with newfound resolve.
Young love: his hair in a high ponytail, hers cascading down her back in long blonde waves. His hand tightens on hers as they edge ever closer to collision. His heart will break first.
She’s embarrassed to be in public with her mother, ashamed of her weight and her wrinkles and her general frumpiness. But it isn’t complete disdain; the smile and laugh are genuine when Mom cracks a joke.