PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
It rested under a snowbank in a quiet subdivision all Winter. April’s sun brought it, along with Spring, slowly into view. Wet pavestones gleamed support for the motion. Even its blue shadow seemed to be smiling.
At midday, a checkered cab pulled up to the curb. Two small, booted feet stepped out of the back seat and crunched careful steps through the grimy snow until turning in front of it. A diminutive wool-coated figure sat with a satisfying thump, then smiled.
“I knew you’d be right here. I promised I’d be back.”
Her plot for revenge would soon commence.
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