PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The last thing he saw was the tree speeding towards him. He had misjudged the icy road completely. What he doesn’t remember is climbing out of his vehicle, finding his way to this little girl’s house where he now sat at her tiny table, watching her pour air into tiny teacups.
“You don’t believe me.” she said.
“There’s no way I’m your imaginary friend!”
She took him by the hand and led him outside. Together they walked in thick snow. She stopped, pirouetted and pointed to the ground, “Look.”
One set of girl-sized footprints were stamped in the snow.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. I hope this doesn’t go over too many heads!
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