The Artist Who Never Used an Eraser
a short story
Published in
8 min readOct 28, 2019
I first met Leah when we were both thirteen.
I spent lunch breaks sitting cross-legged on the school lawn, sketching on my notepad. One day, I looked up to see a girl perched on the edge of a bench diagonally across me. She was drawing too. The next few days, I kept seeing her at the same spot.