No. 8/100 100-word short stories for my 100 follower celebration!

It sat there, crumpled and tattered, all that was left of Sean’s childhood. 

The sight of the plush dinosaur, once vibrant blue but now faded with time, made Sean’s senses experience history anew: the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls in the morning, the sunset over the hills, the creaking of the swing on the back porch…

His sister, Madeline. 

Tears filled Sean’s eyes as his fingertips brushed against the ripped fabric. For once, he didn’t care who saw his vulnerability. This child’s toy was the only remnant of a better time, and perhaps, the only hope for a better future. 

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Happy Monday! I hope you enjoy today’s story. One of the most important things to me when writing my stories is that I never leave readers without hope. If there are an infinite amount of stories to tell, why not tell one that will give people hope?

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