Frank Archibald Human
A sculptor of Orbs
Frank Archibald Human, a sculptor, was sitting in his studio working on his latest project. This one, he had told himself, would be his masterpiece. Frank had long ago overcome the need or desire for sustenance, but smoked cheese remained a favourite as he reached out and nibbled at a piece; he did not know its age.
Frank looked around the workshop critically. A wooden bench pulled up to an equally unimpressive wooden worktable.
Turning back to the project at hand, Frank smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching in anticipation. It was almost complete. The dark globe in the centre of the room was missing something. This wasn’t the first globe Frank had sculpted, but working with this one, he used a little more water under his crafting hands. Unlike other beautiful sculptures, those all around, different sizes, with this one, Frank had added a little colour and a secret substance that would generate life.
He thought that nothing would ruin this moment, reaching for another piece of smoked cheese.
With eyes misting at the thought of his creation ending, Frank needed one more thing to complete his work. With a heavy heart, Frank spoke the words written so long ago.
“Let there be light!”
