I had dozed for a few minutes, the rhythm of the swaying bus getting the best of my tired eyes. An abrupt stop, followed by a blaring horn, woke me up. When I opened my eyes and looked across the aisle, I saw a vision, a living Mona Lisa.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, but she was still there, staring at me with her Mona Lisa smile, her right hand resting on her left, just like the pose in the da Vinci portrait.
I realized that I couldn’t not say something to this personification of one of the world’s greatest work of art. “Excuse me,” I said. “Are you an model?” I asked.
“No,” she said, maintaining her slight smile. “I’m a nurse.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like the woman in the da Vinci masterpiece,” I said.
“Yes, I get that a lot,” she admitted.
“Do you intentionally dress that way, wear your hair that way, sit that way, and smile that way,” I asked.
“No, of course not,” she said. “This is just who I am, how I dress, how I sit, and how I look.”
The guy in the seat next to her got off the bus at the next stop and I moved over and sat next to her. “My name is Leo,” I said.
“Hi Leo, I’m Mona,” she said, holding out her right hand for me to shake.
“Mona?” I said. “Seriously, your name is Mona? What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’re last name is Lisa?”
“Oh no,” she said. “My last name is Schaefer. Lisa is my middle name.”
“Get out,” I said. “Your name is Mona Lisa Schaefer?”
“Yes,” she said. “And you are?”
“I told you, my name is Leo.”
“Leo who?” she asked.
“And what do you do, Leo Vincenti?”
“I’m a painter.”
“As in houses?”
“No, as in portraits,” I answered. “In fact, I’d like to paint your portrait, Mona. You have a classic, timeless look.” I pulled out my sketch pad and a piece of charcoal and quickly sketched her. When I was done, I held it up to showed it to her.
“Oh, this is my stop,” she said, and hurriedly got off the bus.
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Reddit.com. Drawing credit: Pinterest