Monday, November 16, 2015

Writer's Workbook #27


#27 It had just been here, and now we couldn't find it.
“Hey man, you doing okay on your project?” Reese asked her sister. She frowned when she saw the desk was empty and that her sister was lying on the bed. “Ella? What are you doing?” Ella sat up and looked Reese in the eye, her expression hard and frustrated.
“Reese, what do you see?” she asked, holding out her hands. Reese looked at her empty palms, still confused.
“Uh, nothing-”
“Exactly. Nothing. It’s gone, Reese,” Ella said.
“What’s gone?”
“The amount I care. The project is due tomorrow, I’m three-fourths of the way done, and I just don’t care anymore.” Ella flopped back down on the bed in a huff. Reese sat down beside her, relieved that she understood the situation.

“C’mon Ella, your brain is just fried. Let’s take a break, go grab some food or something,” she offered, trying to coax her sister out of the room.

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