I’ve written before that faces grab my attention, suggesting characters or stories to me. So how would you use this character in an ending? The confetti the little girl is throwing made me imagine a speculative fiction story.
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Jay handed me a tea and murmured, “Our friend still spying?”
The cup warmed my gloved hands. “Yes. And he must be getting very bored. All these months of watching us, and Evie has acted like a normal five-year-old the whole time.”
Evie ran with the other children in the park until the sunset, and Jay and I were the last adults sitting on a bench. The man pretending to sketch the park had left a half hour ago.
Evie took each of our hands as we walked home, swinging on our arms.
I said, “How about supper out tonight, Evie? We’ll go to Carsini’s.”
“Can I have extra meatballs?” She looked up at me.
“Of course.”
She clapped her hands and multi-colored sparks flew from between her mittens.
Then she grabbed my hand and Jay’s and bounced and hopped between us until we reached the restaurant.
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