Victoria's Monday adventures

 

 

EXCERPT:

She dreamed of having a bedroom of her own one day. It didn’t matter whether it was big or small. A little bedroom would suit her fine, with a bed covered with a pink-flowered bedspread, where she would sleep all alone and where, through the lace-curtained window, she could watch the clouds drift across the sky. She didn’t want a computer or a television. She would be happy with a table, a chair, some pencils and huge sheets of white paper so she could draw and draw and draw some more. For Victoria, that would be more than enough to make her happy.

Victoria had a natural talent for drawing. When she was drawing, nothing else existed around her. It was as if she were transported to another world. To a marvellous place where she lived with the char-acters she created with her pencil. Her characters, both men and women, had the faces and clothing of the people she saw through the windows of their homes or sometimes met on the street during her Monday evening walks.