Fiction

She bit her nails. Through her elbows on the desk she could sense her classmate's pencil tapping across the back of a maths worksheet. Her knees were cold - very slightly. It was more as if she was experiencing the abstract concept of low temperature, than actually-

She sighs, frustrated, and rubs the entire paragraph out.

(55 words)

O:
Jing Xuan

(By the way, 'fiction' is the title of this piece of fiction.)

Asymptote

'Please mind the gap...'

The train doors open. A great human mass pours out; hurriedly buzzing with the constant hum of all their ordinary lives. He watches their shoes pass by - battered plimsolls, clicking heels and a few brilliant flashes of colour. He is surrounded by feet, yet no pair walks forward to meet him.

(55 words!)

O:

Jing Xuan