As the oldest child, I spent several years alone before my sister was able to do anything more than drool. During this time my friend Franklin kept me company. Franklin was rather tall. He would sit comfortably in the reclining chair in our living room, but his legs stuck out rather far. I warned my mother not to sit on Franklin but I said nothing of his legs. When she tripped over them she yelled that Franklin must go! That’s when Franklin got up and walked out. I never saw my imaginary friend again.
2 responses to “Franklin”
I love the twist in this piece of flash fiction, Will. Great storytelling.
Thank you Hugh! That’s a big compliment coming from you. I really like your work.
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