A Purple Lollipop

So in an attempt to overcome my perpetual writer's block, I've enrolled in a creative writing class in college. So, chances are, my next few posts are going to be mainly fiction. This particular one was a paragraph written around the prompt "A purple lollipop".

The mission was simple: get to the target before the enemy. As his eyes surveyed the corridor, he found several candidates that potentially matched the enemy description. But he wasn’t too worried, because his keen and experienced eyes had already locked upon the target. It was lying innocently on the ground, as though just waiting to be stepped on by an oblivious person in the crowd. Luckily, such a catastrophe had been avoided thus far, but he knew better than to count on luck. He carefully made his way towards the target, ignoring the glare of the sun reflecting off its surface. Almost there, he thought to himself. Stopping less than a foot away, he bent down slowly to pick it up, trying not to attract attention. Just as his fingers were inches away from their target, he felt the earth shift from under his feet and found himself in a firm hold in the air. “Calvin, how many times have I told you not to pick up food from the ground!” shouted the voice that resembled his mom’s, and before he could protest, he saw a hand swoop down, pick up the purple lollipop, and throw it into the nearest bin.

Inspired from my slowly-becoming-favourite character of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes :)