Flash Fiction

The Proposal

I comb my hair, then style Cassie’s, trying to get every one of her dark curls to stay in place. Ellie is gone, and I have the girls. This is gonna go perfectly.

I put a little bow in Zoey’s short hair, and get the girls in their matching pink dresses. I put socks on Zoey, and shoes on Cassie, then get myself dressed up in a button up shirt. We head to the door, and at the last second, I remember something crucial: the ring. I snatch it off the counter and bring the girls down to the car, then buckle them in.

It’s time.

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