My Creative Writing Projects

Blackout Poem

Belong

I grabbed a finely nailed hand, preventing shutting the book.
Julia's eyebrows slanted, her voice full of appreciation.
"Seriously Penelope, you have a true gift that needs to be shared to the universe."
I stayed, waiting for her to remove her hand.
"Penelope, be grateful that you're being praised, I'm trying to save you."
I don't know what happened, but I showed her the page from my book.
"Wait!"
I watched as she held the picture up, her finger on her chin.
"You know, it could do with some color." She added, her fingers closed.
"Penelope, I'm trying to help you." She advised.
I took a breath. "Julia," I requested quietly.
"Penelope, I think I should deserve this."
My jaw dropped open as she took a step back, her eyes narrowed, her hand closing around the edges.
"Did it belong?" She asked quizzically, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes, it did belong, Penelope, but was nothing more." She said, looking back at me.