Purple bunny, his fur matted and well loved lay abandoned in the corner of her room. Memories flooded back as I remembered how many times she would’nt go to sleep without him. Naps I’d stolen in to steal him for a bath in the washing machine and her joy when he came out of the dryer smelling clean and new. How she’d loved him. Slowly I reached down, picked him up, and set him on the windowsill. So fleeting, I thought, are the days of childhood.
Written in response to the prompt Toy. The One- Minute Writer.
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