It was only a sketch. Unfinished. To which he had intended a return with the aim of providing detail and a sense of perspective. But now it remained a rudimentary representation of her face and the rebellious strands of blonde hair that seemed always to have found a way of partially covering her eyes.
Somehow, though, a few lazy pencil strokes had conspired together to reveal in those eyes a sense of regret that he had always suspected but had previously chosen not to recognise.
Now that she was gone he realised that some things must remain forever incomplete.
June 28, 2018, Carrot Ranch prompt:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that is a sketch or about a sketch. It can be “A Sketch of a Romance” Go where the prompt leads you to scribble
Richmond Road 
so sweet … are you mellowing old man? I am worried ….
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Fear not. I attempt, from time to time, to conceal my essential nature. I remain, however, perpetually grumpy.
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ah so relieved, you have no idea .. wondered if I should call an ambulance but then know how much trouble you’d cause those poor nurses …
Nice romantic sketch!
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Your sketch? I like it. And the story that goes with it.
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Love the sketch and the story. . .a true renaissance man.
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Richmond, you show the nature of a sketch, hinting at something more and yet finding that it might not ever be filled in.
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Regret… a sketchy thing regret. Well done.
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