Author's Note: Well, I ought to make a button for WW, but currently am caught up in the whirlwind of school and ScriptFrenzy beginning tomorrow. I did not get a chance to hunt for a story this week, so instead, I am posting a short piece, about two years old for the topic/prompt of "concentration". I do realize this piece is slightly darker than the usual fare, so skip to something lighter if you like. Thanks for taking the time to read--I love the feedback!
The wooden pointer sliced through the air with a loud smack as it graced the surface of Madame’s tea table. The gilt-edged china cup rattled as the liquid sloshed over the edge, dribbling down the painted roses, before rippling back to the cup's confines.
“Your wretched voice could improve if you would put your mind to it!” Madame Isabella trilled disapprovingly.