The young girl breathed deeply in her sleep. The white-bearded man placed the doll at her side.
"Who are you?" She was awake.
"Shh! Go back to sleep." He finished eating and climbed into the chimney. The girl scurried to the window to watch him fly away into the snow-speckled sky.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Distraction - 55 Fiction
The clock chimed once. Twice. Three more times, taunting her. Tick-tock. A drip of sweat, rolling down her temple - distraction. A tap of a pen - distraction. The buzz of the heater - more and more interruption. Tick-tock. She dropped her pencil. It echoed as it hit the floor.
"Time's up," the teacher said.
"Time's up," the teacher said.
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