Tendrils of smoke, and steam rose from the mechanical beast like fingers grasping for life. The inventor’s daughter climbed the ladder, pulled out a wrench, and twisted her weight against a bolt. A dull, ominous, echoing groan reverberated within.
“What is it?” I asked, while taking a cautionary step backwards.
“He is everything that every man in my life has not been.” She responded coldly. “He is sober, strong in body, gentle in spirit, wise enough to remain silent, and dangerous enough to keep a girl interested.”
She then paused for a moment, as if remembering something important. “Most of all,” She continued, “unlike all other men; he’s infinitely, and deservedly fixable.”
Very nice art. I especially like the descriptions to go with it. There are so many stories that could come from these! If only I thought of it first.
I noticed that you took a bit of a hiatus there for the past few weeks. Does that mean you’ll be slowing down a bit? I hope not.
Slowing down? I don’t think so. I publish bi-monthly (every two weeks). But this last week, I had computer problems and since I draw these digitally, it put quite the crimp in the schedule. I also caught a cold, but I muddled through. Thanks for the positive comments.