The story must be a variation on Hans Christian Andersen's Little Match Girl. An insurance salesman has to sell his last insurance on Christmas eve. Fortunately he gets to live happily ever after, Andersen's match girl doesn't survive the fairy tale. I am working on three more images for the same story. To be continued. I am not so happily ever after myself, but I'll live. I was tortured by my dentist. First he measures my pockets, three, three, three, four. Three, three, three, two. Three, three, three, three, three, six. After a while he develops a really weird way of pronouncing three. And then he removes my plaque, with a hook. And a kind of cruel enthusiasm. I feel like my jaws are bruised right now, ouch. He's a great dentist though, he does a really good job. I should be nicer.
love the drawing
and lucky you - turns out I do need a root canal clean out on my tooth, to be done next week - such joy!