She stared straight forward without squinting, and started her work. The problem was simple, she thought. Simple enough to be used as an example in a beginning calculus course.
The only hitch – no one had been able to figure out the proof. Ever.
Hours dragged by. A ferry went upriver. Another ferry went downriver. The waves crossed and recrossed, gathered and broke: the answer came flashing like light on water.
That night, she wrote a letter to the professor who’d told her that girls couldn’t do math.
“Proof of the Jacobian Conjecture. Q. E. D.”
After a couple weeks off, I’m back like a vertebrae. That writer’s bug just won’t stop biting, much like the fleas my cats brought in recently. Anyway…every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: