Uncertainty |- The Ink Well Fiction Prompt #144
In the busy premises of MorPacc Secondary School, where artistic skills flew in the air like a contagious disease, there lived a young girl named Dora. She had a zealous spirit for painting, her passion for creative arts was an inspiration to others, her enthusiastic spirit was evident in our personal dry drawing.
Dora was known for one thing, her unique character, she never missed the right colour of painting in box of crayons. These colors made her see lots of realities in the world of art, and she cherished painting tools like treasure.
One day, the school's creative arts exam was announced, and excitement buzzed. The assignment was to paint a realistic image of a bucket of water, a task that ignited the artistic fervor in every student. As the students prepared to show their creativity, tragedy struck.
In the midst of the busy crowd, Dora's crying face caught the attention of Mrs. Erin, the creative arts teacher. Concerned, the teacher approached Dora.
"What is it, Dora?" Mrs. Erin asked gently.
"I can't find my box of crayons," Dora cried, as she saw her dream of scoring high turning negative.
"When was the last time you saw it?" Mrs. Erin probed.
"I saw it just a few days back," Dora replied, her voice trembling with so much pain.
The principal took charge of the case, questioning the students and soon discovering a suspect—Iris. According to witnesses, Iris had been seen near Dora's locker the previous night.
"Iris, step forward. Do you know anything about her crayons?" Mrs. Erin questioned, suspicion clouding her expression.
"I went close to Dora's locker, but I didn't touch any of her belongings. I just went to pick something from Mira's locker," Iris defended herself.
As the suspicions grew intense, the principal assured Dora to exercise patience for a thorough investigation. The tension in the air increased, and Dora's sister, Mena, was aware of the tension in the air. She rushed to the principal's office, breathless and anxious.
"Good morning madam," Mena greeted, her words racing high.
"Morning Ella, why are you breathing this way? What is it?" the principal inquired.
"Ma, please I heard that my sister is searching for her box of crayons, and Iris has been accused of being the thief. I went to her class a few days back and took the box of crayons for my assessment record," Mena confessed.
"Why didn't you inform your sister, and what happened to yours?" the principal asked, trying to uncover the truth.
"My mum bought only that, and asked us to share it. After I used it, I forgot to return it to her," Mena explained.
The principal rang a calling bell where all the pupils gathered. Dora, Iris, and Mena were called up to the podium where the principal was standing. The principal instructed Mena to say everything to the hearing of the students which she did. Dora was ashamed of her being too fast to conclude as she was faced with the reality of her sister's unwilling act. Iris, innocent all along, was exonerated from the wrong accusation.
The principal addressed the gathered students, speaking on the issue of making conclusions based on assumption, letting them know that uncertainty is inevitable. Dora apologized for the misunderstanding, and the principal announced another set out date for the Creative Art drawing and the students roared out like lions as they dispersed to their classes.
The experience and the principal's speech on the incident left behind a valuable lesson on the effects of assumptions. As the sun set on Morpacc Secondary School, the colors of understanding painted a brighter future for Dora, Iris, Mena and other students
This is an original take on the prompt, @marynn. You describe the main character well, so we understand her motivation when she is distressed. The central conflict is clearly defined. Who stole Dora's crayons? The false accusation holds a bit of a moral for all of us. Mena's proximity to Doran's locker is not enough to imply guilt.
Your resolution is clear and logical. One thing you might work on in your story is sentence structure. Try to be careful about ending a sentence with a period, and not a comma. It's easy to overlook this technicality, but such editing does effect the readability of a story. Your story, however is well told, and the suggestion might come in handy in future writing.
Thank you for sharing this most interesting story with us.
Thank you so so much @theinkwell. My heart rejoices when I see your comment on my post. It helps me know where I'm doing well and bad.
Thank you for sharing this most interesting story with us.
Thank you so much for pointing out the correction. I will surely take note of that and try my best not to repeat same in my future.
In life we face situations like those narrated in your story. Hasty judgments sometimes lose friendships. A great message leaves your story.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
That's just it my dear. We are always too fast to make assumptions in order to arrive at conclusion. I know many friendship that have been soiled because of hasty judgment.