The sculptor rested between the blank faces, her endurance almost at its end. She didn’t have time to coddle her exhaustion or bandage her bleeding fingers. The face hidden in the marble called, needing to be set free. Once again she rose, wincing as she picked up her chisel and began again.
Written for Sadje’s What Do you See? #168 – January 9, 2023, Linda G. Hill’s JusJoJan the 9th, 2023 – Endurance, Ragtag Daily Prompt’s RDP Monday Coddle, and is blog #9 for Penny Wilson Writes Name Your Number Writing Challenge