Sisterly Writers (100 words)
My sister watched me, her teeth gnawing her bottom lip. Her words sculpted a rich story, emotion-filled.
Acid churned as jealousy flared through me. “This is the worst thing I’ve ever read,” I lied.
Her eyes grew shiny and her bottom lip quivered. She grabbed the pages from me and tore from the cabin toward the campfire where our parents sat.
When I reached the fire, the pages were charred, sparkling red where embers feasted.
Allie sobbed against mother’s neck. “I wanted to be a writer like Kate.”
Tomorrow, maybe, I’d tell her she was far, far better.