Puppet | A 100 Word Story

#295 Creatures of the Night

The attic was the last room in the house she needed to clear out. It was the place where she played for hours when she was a child. While the adults were downstairs smoking cigars and listening to music, she was having tea with her puppet friend she found in the attic.

Her grandmother denied the puppet was there. A grandchild’s vivid imagination. But now she was an adult and the family that once called her a liar were gone.

When she entered the attic she was shocked to find nothing there. No table and chairs. And definitely no puppet.