A tilted head, face askew. Eyes closed, mouth too.
The person seemed peaceful, the moment was quiet, the possibilities felt endless, I knew not who or why yet?
The canvas was at once blank and not. It was a start; a simple one. Something I could sketch out in a fury of fast scribbles or let the details linger for longer.
I filled in the blank faces, named them and let them serve as inspiration for a series of flash fiction character sketches.
Using 50 or 69 words (including “faces down”) to tell each short story, I breathed further life into each sketch.