Leafing through David’s drawings, Calista told him his work was “cartoonish” and “amateur”. He softly whispered to her that someday she’d be very sorry she’d mocked him.
She didn’t know how he’d done it but, living out her existence as the ghostly image on page 37 of his sketchbook, she was, admittedly, very sorry indeed.
This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction challenge based on a drawing by my stepdaughter Sarah. (BIG talent)