“Do you think it’s fake?” Shanna focused on the neon green moving in the breeze.
Dena’s eyes focused beyond the grass on one Ms. Leroy. She was tall, blonde and, as their mom said, “100% plastic”.
“Like a barbie.” Dena whispered.
Shanna tilted her head while staring at the stiff blades. No matter how she turned, tilted or squinted the grass looked nothing like a barbie.
“I don’t see it.”
Dena grabbed at her non-existent chest.
“But don’t you see? One day I’ll have some just like that.”
“Are you sure?” Shanna never thought her sister liked plants all that much.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word Count: 100