The Best Seller
Disclaimer: I don't own, 'Little Women.'
Jo rubbed her fingers along the paper. She'd found it in the attic, and what better use could it be used for than her new story?
She dipped her quill in the midnight ink and, but on the feather. What to write, what to write? Amy had been begging for a romance, Beth an animal story, and Lorie had been pleading for a horror.
Sighing, she began to scroll:
Twenty seven, that's how many days there were until Roxanne arrived. It seemed like a century –
Jo scribbled the sentence out brutally. She always got the beginning wrong, taking a deep breath the quill was dipped again, and she started over:
"The sun sets the south." The mousling licked her paws ferociously, "That means there'll be good seeds on the marrow."
Jo held her stomach. Oh, good lord no. she wasn't exactly cut out to be a children's author. She dipped her pen again, the idea was beginning to feel hopeless, and she was willing to try again and again:
The daylight was dying, and the sinking fiery dragon was giving off, one more, feeble attempt to warm the earth.
Jo smiled, this was much better. She dunked the quill again. Yes, this would certainly be a best seller.