Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House
“I thought you were going to sell that thing.”
“I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.”
“I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.”
“It will care of itself.”
“Why give it to Cassidy?”
Cassidy pushed a chair up to the pedestal and climbed on to it.
“She’s five. What’s she going to do?”
“She’ll know what to do.”
Cassidy placed her hands on the pedestal and lean in to get a good look. She caught her breath. There were many, many, many, tiny, little faces smiling at her.
She smiled back.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts the writing challenge Friday Fictioneer. She posts a photo and we write a 100 word flash fiction about the photo.