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Like A Barbie – Friday Fictioneers

“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.

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Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Word Count: 100


Letters from inside my head

21 thoughts on “Like A Barbie – Friday Fictioneers

  1. It is cute how the two are talking about different things. Its not till the end, with the chest gesture, that i “got” or at least surmised, that the two were children, perhaps the one staring at the woman a bit older, and approaching puberty with glee. Funny, i don’t recall it being a thing to look forward to, but rather an object of dread. Who wanted to look like that?love “100% plastic!”

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    1. I had a line towards the beginning that was meant to show they were children but I sacrificed it for the word limit! I don’t really recall having thoughts one way or the other about puberty, it was just something that was going to happen. I definitely didn’t want any plastic though.

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  2. Oh, P.S. i wondered if part of the fun you intended hinges on the second meaning of “barbie” as a barbecue? We dont often use that word around here, but of course we’re familiar with it, from years of Outback commercials!😊

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