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Gran’s Tampa Totems Table

Everyone was so busy reminding the grands about shady web threats and unknown numbers, they forgot that old men still answer their doors for young girls.

Her patter felt smooth as he ushered her inside.

Then she saw it. Her gran’s Tampa Totems Table.

She knew it wasn’t. Gran’s totems were gone. Like her.

Still, she faltered. Memories flooded in. What would Gran say if she saw her now?

It took only a moment to recover her flow, as she remembered Gran’s final words: “Smile. And don’t forget. Men are all the same. Stroke a mark’s ego and he’s yours.”  

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioners for the inspiration to write after an extended break. Visit her site for more creative writings.       

 

 

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