Day 43 of lockdown

Today I did lots of work. I'm very thankful for teams at the moment. As it's helping to get the likes of meetings done.

I also finished a drawing of Captain Tom Moore, after work today and over yesterday.

You will never walk alone.

These will sit in mine and mum's bedroom window. With rainbows in the background of them. To be completed over the weekend.

I am also hoping to complete a PowerPoint of lesson for art therapy over the weekend for both a student and myself.

Chapter 3 of I sold my soul

Chapter 3

There it stood chuckle and cackling,

like an old man. It was hunched over only a little. Small, green and wrinkly. But not normal like your granddad's wrinkles. There were more than there should be.

"A Goblin." Jennifer said, all wide eyed.

All of her sudden, she turned her eyes upwards and towards the goblin.

Analysising him, assessing was it really a goblin.

"A Goblin excuse me?! I thought they had better names for us now a days. Now, freeze!" The goblin said.

She froze. She couldn't breath. She felt oxygen slip away from her, as the goblin asked.

"Now for your breath to be back then you need to sell your soul to me, deal?!" The Goblin said wagging his finger at her. With one hand on his hip. He looked Greek, he wore a Chlamy with a rope belt.

It made her think before she knodded her head.

She thought of a poem.

You should not peep at goblin men. She thought. She thought of closing her eyes before knodding to stop herself from giving in. You must not buy their fruit. Or in this case sell your soul.

It was him a real life Goblin like the Goblin man from Goblin market by Christina Rossetti.

Here is a few sketches from this week.