A quick nude

A sharp pencil demands to be used!

A sharp pencil demands to be used!

A friend called for a coffee and I was dressing in my appropriate coffee-date attire. I noticed a pencil I had lost months ago lying under my chest of drawers.

It was so sharp and fresh and fat and begging to be used.

I could not walk out the door while it looked up at me and called my name. I had to sit for a minute or two and scratch out a picture before I could leave.

Is this crazy? I just could not leave the beauty of the sharp lead laying idle for one more second!

My friend responded with an eye roll.