Prompts = Bereft, Contempt, Face
Shocked.
You just take it? Do you know how long it took me to find the perfect one?
This feeling needs a name. “Bereft”. I am that and it is me.
I could try to get help but they’re in the other room doing adult things.
“Put on a brave face”, they’ll say. “Get a new matchbox car”, they’ll suggest. Then pick a random one from the toy chest and say it’s a good one, earning my upmost contempt.
No — I need to handle this myself.
‘Gimme back!’
And there’s my little cousin’s siren wail. And here come the adults…
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