Sunday, March 23, 2014

Flash Fiction: Models

The days of miniskirts and high heels had been traded for aprons and bibs when the babies came along. It was enough to make her want to scream some days but the little moments when they looked at her like she was the center of the world made it worth it. She would forget the mess on the floor and focus on her latest project for them. The boys adored ships and she was almost finished with the models. The looks on their faces would bring her such joy. It was too bad they would not be able to see her when they got them.

Is she there mother or grandmother? Why won't they see her when they get the models? Do they even know who she is?

The word is models and this post comes in at 105 of the 150 word limit set by the flash in the pan challenge from the M3 blog.
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