Theme # 23: Telescope


The little telescope could punch. The girl with the big, black-framed glasses knew this because she had grabbed it, and now sported a black eye.

Black eye without a cause.

How unique.

She sat at a desk by a window now, and her hands were placed on top of the big book of Calculus she was supposed to be going through, but that she did not really like. The library was empty, for the most part, but she still couldn't concentrate.

Why study, when you could rather think of chocolate and really shiny things, like glue?

Well, yes!