There was something about the broken teacup that made her just want to cry.
It had been her grandmother's, who drank the most curious teas out of it, both magical and not. And now it lay there, shattered, the delicately painted patterns barely recognizable.
Just as she moved to clean up the pieces, something caught her attention. One of the largest pieces trembled, ever so slightly. Then, with a loud bang, a ghost whirled out of the porcelain, stretching and yawning.
"Thank goodness," the ghost proclaimed. "Finally one of my grandchildren is clumsy enough to break this infernal prison."
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Cerita PendekMy 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.
