Peanuts - FantasyFictionWriter

I woke from the dream of my sister with dry tears on my face, and went downstairs into the kitchen. I grabbed a container of peanuts, opened it, and sat at the table.

As I looked at the salty snack, I thought of my sister. I thought of how we used to eat them when my father brought them home. We would share them, laugh and make fun of the way they were shaped. It was really one of the only days of the week my sister and I weren't arguing. I loved those days.

Until she left me alone.

The End

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