THAT'S MAGICAL
Emily stared, pencil in hand, at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. It stared back at her accusingly, she felt – even defiantly, as if daring her to spoil its whiteness. ‘I can take your smug look away just like that,’ she muttered, making as if to scribble all over it with the pencil. It didn’t flinch. She caught her teacher’s eye and leaned further over the paper, screening it with her other arm. ‘Use your imagination, let it run wild,’ he had said to the class. It was what he always said when he asked them to write a
