The blanket laid folded in her petite arms.
The red contrasted nicely with the white
border of fleece.
It was not until a few nights passed
that she realized it had been abandoned
on her rocking chair.
She felt clear guilt, turned on the
lights, and held it up to her face.
It's touch so gentle, her heart
nearly melted at its touch.
Although she was of age sixteen,
she had much to learn.
For this blanket held power.
And thus, she unwrapped.
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Robin's Journey
Short StoryThere once was a girl who was gifted a blanket from her mother. But this one was like no other. although arriving from the same factory as those alike (to her knowledge), it stood alone to live a prestigious life. Months had passed, but she was yet...
