#tevvy

Con day

Tucked away behind the dumpsters and the discarded litter, standing over cigarette butts and broken glass, there was a set of wooden doors. They were old, large, intricately carved with precise filigree. They didn’t belong, not by any means; beautiful and heavy looking mahogany in contrast with the dirty metal doors of the bars on either side of the alleyway. Tevvy looked over his shoulder. The city carried on behind him, no one so much as glanced his way. Whatever You’re Here For, was engraved into one door; on the other it read, All Are Welcome. A swirling, elegant underline danced beneath the word “all.” It should have felt like a trick, it should have made the hairs on his neck stand up, but it didn’t. Instead, it felt warm, almost. It felt like he was supposed to be there, standing in that alley, reaching for the door handle, and as his fingers fell on that polished bronze it felt like coming home.

Morning sketch