The bright morning sun filters through the blue-tinted windows and into the classroom. It casts its rays around the place, enveloping it in its simmering hands. Outside, a lone bus rumbles and stutters, a slumbering dragon lying and unstirring. As dust motes dance in the stiff, dry air, her attention is drawn back to the front.

Multiple formulas, jagged graphs and wriggly diagrams pepper the pristine white surface. She yawns again, and lets her gaze sweep around. Oblivious to the teacher’s eyes, there sits a student, sneaking a piece of candy. There is no sound. None at all…save for the soft shuffle of papers and the incessant drone of the never-ending lecture. She glances at the wide face of the clock and grimaces.

She supposes another hour of daydreaming should suffice. That is, until she hears someone whisper her name. She turns in her seat, only to find a classmate holding out a proferred note. She takes it, well aware of the rough, grainy surface of the note against her skin.

The paper crinkles slightly as she unfolds it and reads the note.

Labels: descriptive, drabble, photography, singapore

The bright morning sun filters through the blue-tinted windows and into the classroom. It casts its rays around the place, enveloping it in its simmering hands. Outside, a lone bus rumbles and stutters, a slumbering dragon lying and unstirring. As dust motes dance in the stiff, dry air, her attention is drawn back to the front.

Multiple formulas, jagged graphs and wriggly diagrams pepper the pristine white surface. She yawns again, and lets her gaze sweep around. Oblivious to the teacher’s eyes, there sits a student, sneaking a piece of candy. There is no sound. None at all…save for the soft shuffle of papers and the incessant drone of the never-ending lecture. She glances at the wide face of the clock and grimaces.

She supposes another hour of daydreaming should suffice. That is, until she hears someone whisper her name. She turns in her seat, only to find a classmate holding out a proferred note. She takes it, well aware of the rough, grainy surface of the note against her skin.

The paper crinkles slightly as she unfolds it and reads the note.

Labels: descriptive, drabble, photography, singapore

Lime. Just another sour fruit on the surface. Green and round with a streak of yellow sourness inside. An extraordinary fruit who loves snap-snapping away to capture moments frozen in frames, who loves nodding away to melodies playing through headphones, who loves running around under the sun. Say hi, for lime does not bite. Not really. twitter | tumblr | formspring | threewords

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