“WHAT’S NEXT?”
Wayne sat alone on his workbench. The light had vanished like a cloud slipping over the sun. Sudden darkness.
He twirled a piece of wire, spinning it between his fingers as he wondered what to do with his life. He wished his sight would come back as quickly as it had disappeared.
Lost in thought, he shaped the wire, letting it bend and curl without a plan. Slowly, it morphed into the shape of a man. A curious sculpture born in his darkest moment—telling the story of when all hope felt lost.
Feeling the art piece formed from a single wire, he wondered: Maybe I can still do something amazing.
And then, hope arrived. Chappy.
A muse. A guide.
A spark awakening his creative vision.
Chappy’s tail swishes along the floor beside the workbench, watching as Wayne molds new pieces, each sculpture alive with a story to tell.
In a still moment, Wayne reaches out and lets his hands rest on Chappy. His fingers trace his nose, his ears, his strong shoulders, the curve of his harness. He studies with careful touch and begins to sculpt—not just Chappy, but the two of them together.
“I call this piece Independent,” Wayne says. Formed from a single strand of wire, a work of trust and hope takes shape.
Chappy lifts his head, ears perked.
Wayne leans closer, his smile quiet, steady.
Both ready for WHAT’S NEXT.
