Imaginary Friends

thesloancompany.com -Every afternoon, Heather was picked up from elementary school in a limo, a sky-blue Cadillac with cream-colored leather interiors. The chauffeur immediately offered her a bowl of hard candies, Jolly Ranchers. She always ate Apple, and she only ever ate one. Of course, she lived in a mansion. Every afternoon, the maid took her coat. A maid and a chauffeur. There were no other grown-ups. There were fireplaces, and footstools made of elephants’ feet, and an elevator to the beach. That green is still my favorite taste.

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 From the same Fackbook conversation, by Jonny Gibbings:

I used to have imaginary friends… they were real people, I just imagined they were my friends.

Author: allehall

I am a writer. I write to explore childhood: literary essays and short fiction, journalism, and three haiku. My published work expresses my belief that everything which did or did not happen to me as a child is manifesting in everything that is or is not happening to me today. More importantly, it is also manifesting for my children. I believe funny is the new navel-gazing, and that the best funny keeps a penny's worth of serious in an accessible pocket. Little-known fact: I have a completed novel decorating the inside of a desk drawer. Perhaps it is not funny enough.

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