Flash Fiction #192 – The Chair in the Attic

12-year-old Pax always took quick glances over to the empty side of the dinner table as he ate with his parents.

Had he actually had a sister?

He vaguely remembered a chair being on the other side…

and he vaguely remembered a funeral for a girl who died in a hit-and-run.

But his parents never talked about a daughter and Pax was scared to ask.

A tear ran down his face as he stood in the attic.

In the corner,

covered in stickers of unicorns and rainbows,

was a chair.

Pax sat in it and remembered Penny.

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