I’m writing a mini-story every day for the next year.
Here’s today’s from the prompt word “fences.”
“We’re going to have to mend some fences eventually,” Sheila said. “There’s always a need to make peace with family even if you don’t particularly like them.” “What? What are you talking about?” Barbie asked petulantly. “Nothing,” Sheila said as she pushed her sister’s stroller. “Just thinking about our future.”
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