"July 12, 2024. 2:17 PM. This is An. Not Little Caprice."
Little Caprice gasped in wonder as the boat drifted beneath the falls, the cool mist refreshing her skin. As she looked up, she saw a brilliant rainbow stretching across the sky, its vibrant colors pulsing with magic. littlecapricedreams 24 07 12 little caprice an
The "Caprice" in her name wasn't just about whimsy. It was a musical term—a lively, unpredictable piece. But lately, her caprices had turned into nocturnes. She missed the ocean. She missed a boy with salt-stained hands who had promised to build her a studio by the sea. That promise had evaporated two years ago, leaving only a postcard of a lighthouse on her fridge. Write a short story or fiction piece inspired by the text