The wooden doll catches her eye as she hurries past the antique shop. She’s late for work but something about the way it is posed – little hands reaching out – is reminiscent of her mother and she skids to a standstill with comic strip suddenness. She laughs, then bursts into tears.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “wood doll”
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