"chisel"

Clink, clink, clink…another tiny piece of marble crackles and falls away, cliff diving to the ocean blue mat below. A puff of dust rises in protest. A low grumble rising from the pits of my gurgling stomach, fitters coming with it and rising to my sternum and sticking like gum in a toddler’s hair. I inhale, almost as a free diver coming to the surface, and I step back, covered in marble dust looking like someone dumped powdered sugar on my head. Once a tall rectangular block, it’s now got the shaped biceps and forearms of a dainty woman, strong, but flowing. The veil around her face thin enough to appear as though the folds are the petals of roses interlaced. Biting my bottom lip softly, surveying the work…