He had spent weeks working on the sculpture: bending scraps of metal, soldering, creating. His plan had been to do this for his nephew: Kyle loved everything about dinosaurs and read voraciously about them. He had wanted to surprise the boy with a unique skeleton of a pleisiosaur; yet the surprise had been his own. He had never thought that the creativity of working with metal would relax him and calm the anger he perpetually carried in him. Focusing his energy on the sculpture, he hoped that his new-found hobby would become a turning point in his life.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)