I feel a cold coming on...
(Story by Danya Ristic)
A Monday morning warm-up... decided to do a bit of digital sketching... no idea why this man looks so grumpy... but then, it IS Monday.... and I think he feels a cold coming on.
'Hi, Maggie ...' he practically shouted, interrupting her conversation with a friend in his eagerness.
She frowned. 'Margaret.'
'Um, Margaret ... Wanna slice of my salami?' He slapped the stick of salami he'd especially brought to work rather hard into the palm of one hand, making himself wince.
'I'm a vegetarian.'
'Right,' he mumbled. 'Don't worry.'
Upon which he turned tail and headed through the first door he could find. It was the main entrance door and led him out onto the street. Now he wanders along in a haze, slapping his head with the salami and muttering, 'Idiot fool.' He sneezes, and sighs. All his hopes have smashed around his feet and are leaving a glittering trail behind him. Which is what Maggie, feeling bad, follows. Poor Jason. He shouldn't give up hope and bury his face in a handkerchief - it's not a cold that's coming.