This Wednesday in Lawrence: Watson Library! The temps climbed up into the 40s yesterday morning so I was actually able to do some outdoor sketching! Full disclosure, this is not my first time sketching in the stacks. It’s fur real one of my favorite places to draw. Check out these sketches of Watson Library from last year.
So… This post appeared on my dash and then this happened:
Real Puppy Love
[Affectionately titled as such because I couldn’t think of anything better on the spot.]
Three minutes is all it took.
And now here is, walking up and down the bloody street,
looking and shouting, “SHADOW!” as loudly as he can, because his stupid dog is
still young enough to hop the fence around the backyard despite being old
enough to know better. He’s not even been back home 24 hours, and Shadow is
already acting like the spoiled, puppy at heart, that he is.
He’s just climbed into his car, is about to push the key
into the ignition when his phone goes off in his pocket. His heart jumps into
his throat when he thinks about having to tell his da that he lost The Shadow again; he remembers the first
time Shadow had run off, remembers being 14 years old and scared out his mind
that Bobby would cuss him out. Bobby hadn’t cussed him out at all, in
actuality. He’d simply said that “dogs will be dogs”, ruffled Niall’s hair
newly dyed hair, and then insisted on going out to look together. They’d spent
hours searching all over town, using a picture of Niall’s mobile to show to strangers
in hopes of somebody seeing Shadow, before finding him down by the creek behind
He fishes his phone out of his pocket – and he’s not sure
what surprises him more: the message lighting up his screen, which is a picture
of Shadow sitting on a step in an in-ground pool, or the name of the person who
has sent him the message.
It’s a name he hasn’t heard in ages, and it belongs to a
person he hasn’t seen, or even spoken to, in…well, even longer. And it might
not be his father checking in on him as though he isn’t a 22 year old man that
just graduated university three days ago, but his heart stays firmly planted in
his throat all the same.
These are the winning entries from our third annual Banned Book Trading Card entries! Thanks to all the artists who submitted works and helped us celebrate the freedom to read! See the full gallery on our website.