Tuesday, February 26, 2013

100 Words a Day 198, 36 Plots 35/36

She lifted up the pillow and saw the grey cube.

“Companion Cube!” she cried, gathering the fuzzy thing in her arms.

The cube didn’t respond.

“I was looking all over for you,” she continued. “I was worried I’d lost you forever.”

The cube was silent, but then, it always was. That never stopped her though.

“Mom, I found it. I found Companion Cube,” she said, running down the hall, each step crashing with the volume only a child is capable of.

“That’s nice dear. I knew you’d find him,” her mother said.

“It’s not a him mom. It’s an it.”

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