Wearing his trench coat, Liam searched the house for possible crimes. Finding nothing, he went outside.
“Oh boy, I got her now!” he shouted. Drawing his water pistol, he stormed back into the house and straight into his sister’s bedroom.
“Lauren, you’re under arrest!”
“What for?”
“Desertion.”
“Of what?”
“The sandbox.”
“Go away,” she said, brushing her hair.
“No. You gotta see how gross it looks ‘cause you don’t play in it anymore.”
“Then arrest Dad, Squirt. It’s supposed to be a trampoline by now.”
“You’re no fun,” Liam muttered.
He liked his sister better when she was younger.
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The March 13, 2023 Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge inspired me. The prompt was to write a 99-word (no more, no less) story about a place where children once played.
Eloquently Kate 
It’s tough to be the youngest and not want to abandon the toys the older kids have.
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This is funny, Kate, but oh so true too. Particularly when girls mature faster than boys. I think you’ve got the differences just right.
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Oh, I’m glad it made you laugh! I was aiming to write a piece that captured the essence of the prompt without being melancholy.
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I think you succeeded in that.
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This short stories is excellent. Great thought and creativity. Love your writings !
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Thanks L!
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An inevitable abandonment. He’ll follow, but may turn away in another direction. Hopefully, they’ll find their way back to each other!
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Thanks Liz. Lets hope a strong family bond keeps them in each other’s lives.
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