A Mid-Morning Encounter

The first day of spring and the temperature was already at 80° F at 11 in the morning. Chiara pushed a lock of mahogany hair from her warm brown eyes and looked up from her fashion magazine across the freshly cut lawn to the obtrusive Chemistry Library where she should have been studying for her physical chemistry mid-term exam, which was two days away on Friday.
“Excuse me, Can I have one of those?”

The rest of this short story can be found: Shortstoryathon

Neglected

Mostly I have 140 characters to write about on Twitter. This limit usually is enough to get across what I have to say. There are times when I need a few more characters to express my feelings. It then takes quick, deft editing to achieve the magic number of 140 characters. Today really isn't one of those days that I needed freedom from restrictions, but my blog was feeling neglected. So, I decided to write this very boring and mundane post.