He didn’t film himself this time. He just worked.
The woman’s face emerged from the coil-built vessel he was making. Not a face he designed, but one that was . High cheekbones. A small scar above her left eyebrow. Her name surfaced in his mind like a bubble from the riverbed: Elara. Kateelife Clay
He ripped his hands from the clay. It fell to the table with a wet thud. He didn’t film himself this time