Beautiful Vase / February 10, 2019 / Avalynn Bowman
The room was filled with the soft sounds of crayons on paper, little feet shuffling on the floor, and an occasional thoughtful humming sound from one of the students. It was a symphony of movement. Small fingers traced outlines with careful precision, and swept back-and-forth to fill the designs with color. Pages would be lifted, turned, and inspected from different angles to perfect flowers, stems, leaves, and the intricate designs that adorned the carefully crafted images.
One afternoon a few days later, after all of the children had left for the day, the teacher once again let her mind and her eyes wander to the drawing of the cracked vase. She immediately noticed something wrong with the picture, and leaned over to get a closer look. Someone had colored in the bottom of the crack. It was very subtle. In fact, it had hardly changed at all, but she had stared at the picture so often that she could tell even the slightest change. Surely, someone had snick into the room and colored the bottom of the crack.
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