A precious story!
Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt:
Write a piece of fiction describing the incident that gave rise to the phrase, “third time’s the charm.”
Dora walked the labyrinth with her father, her small feet atop his. She read the words for him while he described the images to her, aware of the people staring at them. She was glad it was raining and that they left their umbrella leaning against the entrance of the marble path. The meanies couldn’t see her cry in anger.
Her father picked her up and hoisted her on his shoulders, flipping the long umbrella her way with his foot. She laughed, small hands grabbing the worn curved handle before it hit the ground. An older couple that almost looked like her Nana and Uncle-Uncle, smiled at them. That made her feel a little bit better.
She didn’t expect them to give her some tissues to blow her nose and dry her eyes. The…
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