She let the golden thread slip through her fingers. Ever since she was little, she had been collecting mementos, things that provided a snapshot of a certain time of her life.
The piece of fabric she now held, for instance, reminded her of her mother, with the embroidered dress she loved so much billowing behind her as she walked.
And there, that little stuffed animal, had been a gift from her eldest sister. Well, maybe not a gift so much as an attempt to stop her from crying. It hadn't worked.
She smiled softly, letting the memories play out in her mind like a movie.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
