Flash Fiction

The Gift

‘No one remembers,’ thought Liz, when she opened the door and saw the gifts. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pretty boxes wrapped in coloured paper topped with bows and ribbons. She chose the smallest box, unwrapped it while taking care not to rip the paper. In it was a silver necklace with a locket carrying a photo of her hugging the two most important adults in her life. As her eyes welled up, her foster parents watched with smiles from the doorway.

(c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (19 August 2017)

Written for the prompt by Write Tribe to write five sentences of fiction with the sentence: ‘No one remembers,’ thought Liz, when she opened the door and saw the gifts. 

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