The next story/sketch challenge with Makenzi Crouch. A whole month late, which is entirely my fault. Not only did I get pretty swamped with work, I also had to sort out a grand total of five computers in the last few weeks, only one of which was actually mine. I am not techy, so computer problems take me quite a while, and eat into my sketching time quite considerably.
But, despite two of those computers being this weekend, I managed to get this finished off, finally:
“I am wondering,” she said, “Mr. Raymond Geelbert, ees he here?”
“I ain’t seen Gil in weeks,” the man replied. “Who’s askin’?”
Marta folded her hands over the handle of her valise. “I am Marta Berge. Mr. Geelbert say he will be here when I come. ”
“Fred Nelson,” he said, sticking out his hand. Marta looked at it for a moment, and then carefully put her hand in his to be shaken. “Why you here t’see Gil?”
She tilted her head at him. “Geel is Mr. Geelbert?”
Fred folded his newspaper and leant forward on the counter. “Oh, sure,” he said. “Everyone calls him that. What’s your business with him?”
“I not think Mr.—Geel—want me to discuss matter,” she said.
The sound of hooves and the clatter of wagon wheels outside cut short any reply Fred might have thought of making. He banged his hand down on the counter, making Marta jump, and said instead,
“Betcha that’ll be Gil, then. Can tell from the squeak on that ol’ wagon of his. Oughter get the damn thing fixed.”
“I am hoping it ees. I am pleased to meet you,” Marta added, with a polite smile to Fred, before turning and walking stiffly back out onto the platform.
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Adobe Photoshop CS4, with a texture from cgtextures.com
Inspired by 1950s magazine illustrations.