Zipper

Zipper

A Story by miahstr

I play with the zipper on my jacket, staring blankly and listening to the sound it makes. It's like the sound of a beetle taking flight; A turbulent clash of air and wing that brings life to its discordant chorus. Inviting the attention of those in its proximity. I break from my trance to see the room staring at me. The expressions of teenage girls painted with annoyance. Lips curved slightly at the edges an expression which needs no further input to derive its meaning... “please stop”. I do but imagine the classroom filled with beetles. The girls screeching and shying away trying to escape the harmless insect. I chuckle inside at the thought.

© 2018 miahstr


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Added on January 24, 2018
Last Updated on January 24, 2018
Tags: classroom, short

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miahstr
miahstr

Mesa, AZ



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I am a ship on a stormy sea being blown every which way. I have set a course but who knows at which shore I will stay. I write in my free time and my ultimate goal is to inspire epiphany an "oh I didn.. more..

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