Series: Drawing

She looked at the drawing for a long time. Then she reached out and, with her index finger, traced the line of the door's handle. "It's not a door to somewhere else," she said, finally. "It's a door to right here. To this room. To this house. With me in it."

Mira's sister's house was a modest bungalow with a tidy garden. Mira was in the backyard, pruning roses. She looked up when he opened the gate. drawing series

Then, on a Tuesday in late October, Mira left. She looked at the drawing for a long time

"Professor Voss?" said a girl named Lena, his most talented student. "We haven't seen you in two weeks." "It's a door to right here

Elias looked at her, but didn't really see her. He saw the way the porch light sculpted the hollow of her cheek, the soft transition from light to dark on her forehead. "Light is a liar," he said, quietly. "It tells you what's there, but it hides what's missing."