Time was forever escaping Nereida. She needed to complete her thesis for graduation. Her research had been done. Now, all she had to do was organize it and her thoughts.
Time was moving quickly forward with each passing hour. She was following close behind. Her hopes and dreams depended on this final work. She’d been through years and years of studies to reach this goal she had set for herself.
She doodled. Tapped her pencil. Chewed on her pen. An empty mind was not what she needed at this time.
After, she was back on track again.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Claire Sheldon
To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers challenge