Sleeping Child

Microfiction in 55 words

“I love looking at her when she’s asleep,” he said.

“I know. I wish we could have another one,” his wife replied, adjusting the purple bow on the sleeping girl’s hair.

“I want another one too. But this garage is barely enough for one woman and this one gets wild when she tries to escape.”


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