A Drabble Story, part 4

I was working on a drabble last week, just as an exercise to get the writing juices flowing, when it turned into something else. Seven hundred words later I had a series of drabbles that were converging on a possible story and, since I'll be launching a serialized story this summer (on Amazon Vella), I thought I'd add a smaller serial here. I'm not sure I'll go past the original 700 words, but the commitment by you and I will be small, at least. :)

A scent caught his attention and he turned to his left. Ben winced as the vision of beauty glowed so brightly that his heart exploded in metaphors he didn’t understand. The teacher stood (because she was short and standing when students sat made her feel powerful) and waved a hand at him, but his eyes and heart and his whole area swole with insecurity and rage. Nothing this beautiful should exist, Ben thought. With his useless left hand, still holding the useless pencil, Ben pointed at the girl seated next to him. “So pretty,” he whispered. 

“Fuck off,” she replied.

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