Imagine

This is a short story that was published in the newspaper. Dedicated to my english teacher. She knows who she is.

My wet hair hangs heavily around my face, overwhelming in it's cloud of vanilla. I stab my pencil hard against the paper.

"Fifty-nine words. It's not a novel; not even a short story." I murmur hopelessly, as my imagination flies free as a bird. In my mind two figures waltz gracefully, someone pulls a trigger, and children laugh.

Author's Note

So wadda ya think?