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18. Tinsel
Setting: the home of Alma Martinez; Charlotte, North Carolina, USA; Christmas 2101
(196 words)
The holiday season made Mama Alma’s house a hive of activity. Normandie emerged from her room, nearly colliding with her eldest foster brother in the hall.
“About time you got here! Mama Alma’s looking for you!”
Normandie found Mama Alma in the living room. “Normandie, is that you? Bring the box of tinsel up from the basement, mija.”
The basement light was already on, lighting her path down the stairs. She spotted a lone box in the middle of the room. As she approached, she noticed the box was quivering. Wait, did the box just-?
Please don’t be a rat! She thought.
She opened the box, and a pair of green eyes stared at her. It wasn’t a rat; it was a fat orange tabby cat, rolling around in the tinsel. “Oh! Hi, SpongeBob,” she giggled.
The cat meowed at the sound of its name. “Come on, Mama Alma needs this box!”
SpongeBob blinked, then resumed rolling. Normandie got an idea! She held the tinsel by its end, dangling it in front of SpongeBob. “Get the rat!”
She tossed the tinsel, watching SpongeBob pounce. While he was distracted, she picked up the box and headed upstairs.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |