Excerpt
His Work of Art
Adam Hayes stared at the black line drawing and wished for more inspiration. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. He’d thought that going over the pencil with ink would spark something, but he was still at a loss.
He normally enjoyed days like this at the comics shop. The periodic customer would break the monotony of his frozen brain, but the store was quiet enough that he could get some drawing done.
The masked superhero stared at him. Maybe if it was in color. In Adam’s mind, he saw dark skin and darker eyes.
But skin tone and eye color wouldn’t give him a name.
The door chimed and Adam looked up to see his friend, Free, walking in. Even from the other side of the store, Adam felt the temperature drop with the blast of cold air that follow
