Popcorn Popping


(written by Lindsey Campbell, age 12, for a 1 minute timed free-write yesterday for school…  She made me hungry!)  😀

I am popcorn popping.

I will be eaten by someone strange.

I wish I knew who.

I am feeling cooler as I am brought out of the popper.

I am poured in a bowl and grabbed by a hand, shoved in a mouth, then gone.

Chewed, sliding down a throat, in a stomach, and then no more.

I am popcorn popping…  but just for now.

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