axbxe (United Kingdom) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2017
My friend Rebecca twists a black bobby pin out of shape, so the metal is bent into a 'W' shape.
"Here," she says, placing it in my hand with a smile, "I got you a present."
We both laugh, before leaving the school building together. I tuck the pin into my blazer pocket, treasuring it. It stays there for three years.
I'm cleaning when I see it again. Some of the coating is gone, but it is still recognisable. Sentimental, I unlock...
almost 2 years ago