One Minute Story

I have one minute to write a masterpiece. Well, maybe it doesn’t have to challenge Dickens, but I’ll try. But what is there to write about? Animals, they’re fun and fluffy. Well, some are. Especially not Hippopotamus’, they’re fat and have bad teeth. They’re breath wouldn’t be much better. But, back to the point, what to write about? How about writing about summer? It’s hot, and at the beach there isn’t a better place to be when it is sweltering hot. Hot enough to cook an egg on a car. Man, I could go for scrambled eggs right now, and bacon. Oh man, I would down that meal so hard. Oh god, I mustn’t let my mind wander. I need to write my own War and Peace. Except I’ll probably call it Bacon and Eggs the way I’m going. The kids across from me are unusually excited by their computer screens. The culprit would most likely be games. Shouldn’t they be writing their masterpieces? A clap of thunder broke the silence in the room, so loud, that the teacher’s mug of coffee started rattling violently. Then almost on cue, rain started pouring. Oh god my mind is wondering. Come on Charlie, write your own Harry Potter. Oh, I know write about a lost dog. A lost dog who has magical powers maybe. The owners name could be Alan, and his worst enemy, the cat, Tim. The timer buzzes. ‘Times up, show us your story.’ Oh crap.