Why is it the shortest weeks always feel like the longest? It’s only been a four day week, yet it felt like Friday would never get here! Well, it’s finally arrived, and with it comes Friday Fictioneers! So sit back and enjoy the story.
Her house was full of them – large shelves of strange little objects, odds and ends, bits and bobs.
“You like them, child?” Nina jumped at the sound of a croaky voice.
“Ms. Bethel! I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to look.” She didn’t know what possessed her to sneak into the old woman’s house day after day, but it was only a matter of time before she had been caught.
“It’s alright, dearie. What do you see?” The child could see, Ms. Bethel knew. She had the gift.
“They look…” Nina trailed off. “They feel – sad.”
“Lost dreams usually are, child.”