The Collection Begins
Finally, pencils were put down. The masterpieces were complete. Mrs. Higgins walked around the room to collect the art, deciding to gather them all first and look at them at her desk, rather than reacting to each one individually. This was perhaps a self-preservation tactic she didn’t know she needed yet.
As she picked up the papers, she caught fleeting glimpses of color and form. Some were sparse, some were densely colored. She saw a lot of brown crayon, which was confusing since she was wearing a blue dress that day. She stacked them neatly on her desk, took a deep breath, and sat down. The class watched her, vibrating with pride in their work. She flipped over the first drawing.