Mona let out a little gasp as the woman spun to face her. Her pencil scratched on the paper, the disorganized way the wind caught the woman’s hair, the swirl of motion were the perfect counter point to the lowering wreck. For now it was just a sketch, but later she could bring the scene alive with oils.

Mona felt herself relax slightly, the beach seemed a little less desolate now that she was sharing it with someone.

[color=0076a3]“I came to draw,”[/color] she said trying to sort out the English words in her mind before she spoke them.

[color=0076a3]“I read the article in the paper about the shipwreck, such a strange thing, I thought it might inspire me.. for my paintings.” [/color]She felt foolish saying such things to someone she hadn’t been introduced to.

[color=0076a3]“Mi dispiace… I’m Mona, Mona di Luccio.” [/color]