in which Wally doodles his definition of 'beautiful'

Emerald eyes skim the obscenely long list, stopping randomly at 'pulchritudinous', meaning 'physically beautiful; comely'. The speedster sighs and keeps going, but his gaze soon returns to the pentasyllabic monstrosity. It doesn't sound 'comely' at all. Absentmindedly, Wally begins doodling in a caricature. To help remember, his logical mind reasons.

His pencil wavers over the paper, then decisively shades the pupils a dark gray, almost black. Satisfied, he leans back — and realizes he has drawn Artemis.

"Hey sport, whatcha—"

Standing in the open doorway, Barry is cut off by the flurry of activity as Wally super-speed-erases the drawing.

Poll, Goldilocks style: is 100 words too little? Too much? (I hope not!) Or just right?

m.e.