Concentration

by joetwo

She peered at the jet-black words on ivory-white paper, the text losing all meaning.

She looked up, outside people walked in the sun.

“Why oh why!” She asked

“Are finals in the summer?”

Image credit: Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY

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Written for Trifecta’s Trifextra week one hundred and one.

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