A butterfly fluttered by the window, catching Ellie’s eye. She imagined what it would be like to be a butterfly, to have the freedom to float through the air and all the beautiful flowers she could visit.
A blue jay landed on the window sill, and Ellie pictured herself flying high in the sky and floating on the breeze. She imagined how the world would look in her bird’s eye view, all tiny and wide open.
She sighed. If only she could be a bird or a butterfly and escape her boring life…
Professor Jenkins slammed his hand down on her desk. The loud noise made her jump in her seat. Around her, the other students in the class snickered. “Ellie!” he said. “Pay attention! If you want to pass this class, you need to focus!”
“Now, what did I say was the key to getting a spell to work correctly?”
“And have you managed to work a spell correctly yet?”
“Then I suggest you concentrate your efforts on correcting that instead of daydreaming.”
She hung her head in an effort to hide a blush of shame while the students around her continued to snicker. If only she could fly away from it all…
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “concentration”: