Ultra-Realistic Drawing

Leftover

His parents left home again; early in the morning. But Edwin was already used to it. Since he was eight, he used to be alone in their house, looking forward for his parents to come back. But never stopping to do the things he liked while waiting for them. And the thing he liked was drawing.

He drew like nobody else.

That day his pencils were just gone. He didn't remember if he used them to dust or they just disappeared. But the reason didn't matter because he was left with no other options except for buying new ones, since he was drowning in inspiration.

But the bigger problem is that he lived in a small town, and there weren't many shops to buy a pencil.

Completely alone, the only place he could go to was on the other side of the street. A library.

Well, what would he lose if he went there? Just time. But time would be wasted anyway, so it wasn't a problem. He had to go.

Being alone had never left him without inspiration. He always knew what to draw. And in that day, he was drowning in the willing to draw someone. Someone he had seen in his dreams. He needed to draw her.

He took his last coins, worn some clothes and went to the library.

The library's door was made of glass and wood. Two showcases ran alongside the door, showing some old leather covered books and some terrifying posters on the wall. The place made him thought about those witch stories he read about some time ago.

Passing his eyes on the library, he'd seen a world of different objects and a lot of stuff. Everything was brown and dark. It was a pity he only had a few coins.

When he got in through the door, a bell rang.

An old man came from behind a shelve. He wore glasses and seemed to be nice and even wise, just because of the glasses.

"What can I do for you, boy?", the old man asked, and acquired a smile, straightening his glasses.

"Would you have any pencil here, sir?", Edwin answered asking, direct to the point.

"Sure, boy. Sure. But the one I have is a kind of old, and a bit strange, I don't know if it could be of any use to you..."

"It doesn't really matter, since it makes some lines. But I only have a few coins."

"Oh, boy, don't worry about it. Just make me a draw and we'll be even."

"Thank you, sir. Can I see the pencil?", he asked, grateful to have something to draw with.

"Wow, it's amazingly beautiful", Edwin said, when he put his eyes on the object.

That was a weird pencil, full of flashes and drawing carved along the pencil's body. A skull was carved on the top, and carried an evil look in the woody face. Edwin didn't seem to care about it, he seemed to be astonished.

The old man gave it to him.

"Thanks, sir", he said, finally, after staring the pencil for a long time, with a glimpse in his eyes.

They shook hands and then Edwin went back home.