Sapphire's Sketches

Sapphire slowly pulled the pencil across the paper, expertly drawing the form of a fairy dancing amongst the clouds. She lifted her hand to admire what she had created. It looked just like all of her other drawings; beautiful, happy. Sapphire tried to cover up the sadness and injustice of the world by drawing things the way they should be. The way she dreamed they would someday be. And although she knew her drawings would never change anything in the world she still pulled out her sketchbook every night before going to sleep and drew something beautiful.

Looking once more at her drawing, Sapphire closed her sketchbook and went to sleep. The next day went by like any other day, and before Sapphire went to sleep that night, she pulled out her sketchbook. Slowly she flipped through the pages, looking at the past drawings until she found a clean page. Happy faces and calm landscapes stared up at her from the paper, but suddenly, a different kind of picture appeared. She stopped on the last used page and looked at it in surprise. Drawn on the sheet was a violent storm.