My jaw dropped to the floor. It couldn't be! It just couldn't.
Monday morning had dawned bringing a bombshell with it. I had woken up and was heading down the stairs for breakfast when something caught my eye. Something so astonishing that it seemed like a dream. The television in the lounge was turned on. A reporter was speaking in a serious tone. Yet her words were lost to me. For the image on the screen, it had me perplexed. An exact replica of last night's painting stared back at me!
I edged closer for a better look. The shop looked the same. And the door. It was hanging on its hinges! I stared at it wild eyed. The counters were empty. All the stuff was strewn on the sidewalk, lying haphazardly, just like I had drawn. A gasp escaped my lips. There was the purple purse! I squinted closer. The only thing missing was the night sky. And ofcourse, the man. I backed away from the screen. It can't......
"Inaya! Breakfast is ready."
Our housekeeper's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned from the screen and looked at her. She was setting the table. I stared back at the screen. I had to do something. I bit my lower lip as a plan popped in my head.
Grabbing my abaya from the hook behind the door, I headed for the front gate. Tying my scarf in a hurry, I shouted,
"I will be back in a few."
"Where to?"
I ignored the shout from behind. No time to explain. The shop that had been rampaged was just round the corner from my house. And that was where I was headed.
This is a very short update. In sha Allah the next would be bigger.
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The sketch
General FictionDo you want everything that you draw to come to life? Do you want that power? That's what Inaya has been given, But there's a catch, whatever she 'll draw will be terrible, and turn out to be far worse than she wanted it to be.
