Snow Globe Life
Looking out at you, I know you don’t see me, and that’s fine. My smile never ends, my feet forever frozen mid-twirl on the faux-ice in a make-believe rink.
Long ago, months ago, you last shook my world, raining tiny grains of white. When you first got me, I was the shiny new toy.
Months have passed. If only you knew about the secret spell binding me. After one year left alone, I will be free – and then we will see – what happens next.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, hosted as ever by the inimitable Rochelle!
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