by Meghna Chatterjee, Age 14, India
The fiction prompt of the month for January was “superstitions.”
thoughts and prayers are tweeted,
how does that work across the space
between us-can you feel our ache?
how do wishes calm this breeding pain?
you grieve and plan funerals,
clean the pavements’ claret stain,
pull bullets from walls and bodies
we are sombre but tomorrow
patriots will probably conquer history
while you consume French fries,
and discuss sports over a daily tea
and the superstitious will look
to the skies, and beg for a world
which could never exist but in their minds.
When asked to provide a sentence about herself as a writer, Meghna said: “Under construction.”