Word count: 100
Sam scratched his head, dumbfounded. “Look at that!!! No way in hell I woulda believed it had I not seen it!”
“See? I told you!”
“Yeah, but seriously, Mark. How the hell did you do that?”
“Like I told you, all you have to do is plant ‘em at the right time of the year!”
“Stop it. You’re shitting me. I don’t know how you did it, but they did NOT grow up out of the ground like that.”
“I’m telling ya. I planted three Hot Wheels last spring.”
They walked away ~ Sam muttering under his breath; Mark smiling.
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Word count: 99
For centuries they gathered here, little girls ready to jump into womanhood. Required age was thirteen as they would find themselves married off to some old geezer started at fourteen, without choice.
None of them were excited at the prospect. They had dreams of another sort to go out and take over the world. Every year, at the Spring Equinox, they gathered, made a fire in the pit, danced feverishly, celebrating what should be and not what will inevitably be.
When dawn showed its first light, they threw their dolls into the well.
Children no more. Dreams put aside.
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