Flash Fiction

The Cutie

Opening her mouth, she let out a shrill squeal of laughter. She ran, her feet hitting the smooth cool wooden floor on the way to the kitchen. Stretching up on tippy toes, she reached her tiny hand into the fruit bowl…

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Image by Giulia Marotta from Pixabay. Altered by Jennifer Brewer via Canva.

Originally published on Medium

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