making of a muse

“The Making of a Muse: Part Six”   After Rasheem turned off the lights, Cheyenne contemplated what to do. He had taken a long time about it, staying with the stone even after Mr. Thomas left and promising to close the door behind him. She heard him speaking to the marble for a moment.  … Read more

“Yeah?” The instructor stood by the tool room Leila could not get into, unlocking it for the class to use as they arrived. “What’s this piece down here?” Rasheem asked with his hand still on the stone. For a moment, Cheyenne thought she saw a shadow of the woman from last night again. Mr. Thomas… Read more

Making of a Muse: Part Four

In the darkness of the shop, Cheyenne began to dream of Gloria’s happiness at seeing her own completed image. She stared at where it sat in the back of the shop, near doors and to the left. The place where, every night before this, she would have begun drilling holes into it with the concrete… Read more

Cheyenne had a feeling that she knew the pixie-sized woman with close-cropped purple and grey hair who strode across the concrete toward her stone. She had learned when feeling sorrow for students who made critical mistakes that emotions had the power to affect her like physical pain. The feeling of seeing this woman now wasn’t… Read more

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