Prompt: Write about an artist who sketches everyone they meet and then turns them into something else within the pages of their sketchbook.
Response: In the Rain
Daemon squinted, observing the distinctive shape of the girl's ear and how her hair curled around it. He pulled out a pencil and his mini-sketchbook.
The ear was almost triangular - geometric - and the hair swooped down in a gentle swirl.
Like rainwater flooding down the solid harsh lines of a gutter, his pencil said. Rushing in a torrent until it hit the corner and flowed out into the open street.
The sun beat down from the cloudless sky as Daemon filled his page with ears and water and hair and gutters, and waited for the bus to arrive.