Another 15 minute ficlet (basically, you are given a word and supposed to write something in 15 minutes using the word)

Word: Quest

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 She was on a mission of sorts; a quest, some might say. She rummaged through her purse looking for it. Her fingers moved through crumbs, pens, make-up and all her other 'essentials' till they brushed a small, round object. She smiled as she pulled it out.

"Fucking eraser," she said, throwing it on the floor. Frustrated, she grabbed her bag and turned it upside down, emptying it on the bed.

She searched through all the knickknacks that had resided in it for the past month but couldn't find it. Satisfied her search had been thorough, she pulled up her pillow and felt under it. Then she pushed the contents of her bag to the floor and pulled out all the sheets.

“Where the fuck is it?” she snarled to herself. “Why the fuck am I not organized?”

She kicked the bundle of sheets and blanket to the floor then pulled up her mattress. Still nothing. She let the mattress drop to the springs then got on all fours and searched under the bed. She pushed her shoes aside, pulled out the previous year’s yearbook and shoved the screw driver to the foot of the bed. After about a minute of pushing and feeling, she exhaled and let a smile replace the scowl that had practically been etched on her face for the past week. She picked it up with two fingers, pulled it out, then sat against her bed.

Without missing a beat, she unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. “No one ever said dieting was easy,” she reminded herself, wiping the sweat off her brow.