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Challenge Drabble for October 2018's the topic is Books.
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Where She Knows She'll Find It
by Anonymous
Mom,
By the time you read this, I'll already be
I'm gone. I know you forbid didn't want me to do this, but it's like Dad said. Sometimes you have to take a chance and not be afraid to make mistakes if you really want to live. That's why you married him, right?
I don't think I know this isn't a mistake. And I really want to live.
And want you to know that I love you, too.
And that I forgive you. For what you thought you had to do everything.
I miss you already.
Little Frank Abagnale
by Anonymous
Her mother doesn't let her out much anymore. Something about being scared, or at least that's what her sisters say. It's not much consolation when they're the only girls — women, really — there to brush her hair, pinch her cheeks until they're pink and tell her she's pretty.
She read about the Piltdown Man in a book when she was twelve and the Tanaka Memorial a few years later. By fifteen, they were calling her Little Frank Abagnale and put her to work doing something both her parents would've approved of.
Stupid to think that allowed her to leave.