Sunglasses pushed up onto her head and a large pink flower threaded through a loose bun at the back of her head. Her skirt and sandles are the same green as the half-sheets of paper that she’s drawing on. Her first drawings are shapeless gesture drawings. Her last is a careful picture of a woman sitting by the window in the restaraunt across the street.
Watching the watcher? I love your drive-by descriptions. They put me right there on the scene. Thank you for rescuing me from this house, for the breakout.