Chelsea watches the seconds tick by on the monochromatic clock. Sixty seconds is an eternity, and freedom lies fifteen full minutes away.
“Focus on your work,” the teacher says, her eyes fixed on Chelsea. Can’t she hear the robins twittering outside, or see the sky, bluer than blue?
Chelsea laboriously copies the lesson from the chalkboard. Meaning is lost as she concentrates on the words.
Other children finish their work. The bird beckons her to the warm sun.
Five sentences in, the freedom bell rings.
Chelsea will never know what is written on the other half of that chalkboard.
I wrote this based on a prompt from the Flash Fiction Challenge from Carrot Ranch.