Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 11-17 through 11-23-2015
Prima Donna walked leisurely across the lawn feeling proud as a peacock! She was thinking to herself, “yes, I am proud as a peacock, I am a peacock! I’m bright and beautiful and every peacock is envious of me.”
She looked around at the other peacocks and felt sorry for them. They were pretty, but did not come close to her beauty.
They looked at her as if they had seen a ghost! She couldn’t understand why. Then, as she strutted past a reflecting glass, she felt horrified! All of her gorgeous colors had turned white.
She chided herself for eating all the white jelly beans the other day. Now, she looked ghost-like and had to endure months of stares before her beautiful colors come back!
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