William

Really noticing William

Melina became distinctly aware that William spent hours, every day, bent over this leather bound journal. It had become so worn from years of writing in it that it looked almost velvet and soft to the touch. She wondered if he found an infantile security in it, like a bear for a child; sleeping with it at night or refusing to go anywhere without it.

 

Anyone who encountered him was curious as to what William was thinking. With his intense stare and overt shyness, he was the subject of great wonder. Most were willing to wager that whether in his head or on canvas, whatever was going on in his mind was truly brilliant...