Alicia was stuck. It didn't happen often but when it did happen it drove her nuts. She had been working on this sculpture for a week now and having finally given up she grabbed some water and smoothed the face to nothing again. What was it the clay was trying to tell her?
A knock at the door saved her from deciding to scrap it all together and she dipped her hands into the warm water and wiped them off on her apron as she went to open it. "Yes?"