Flash-Fiction with the words "card", "collar", and "doll".
|I hadn’t seen that shirt in years. But there it was in all its glory on Mrs. O’Connor. The white-collar was still stained- just how I remember it.
Everyone had just finished dinner.
“Make sure you all wash your plates before heading upstairs. And don’t stay up too late, please.” Mrs. Connor said.
I stayed back as everyone went about following the austere lady’s instructions. Soon Mrs. Connor and I were alone. I felt the pocket on the left side of my shirt to see if the card was still there. It had been a while since I’d had to use it. I watched as she made herself a cup of coffee and sat in the chair next to me. She leaned towards me with a frown as I moved closer.
Those were the last words she said. The white of her shirt turned a delightfully crimson hue.
Footsteps echoed down the upstairs. The youngest child barreled toward us.
“Mom, have you seen my doll? I left it on the chair… “
I smiled as the little one screamed in terror.