The hairbrush had belonged to Annabel. Every time Kay saw it, she was reminded of Annabel, and how every morning Annabel would stand in front of the mirror and brush her long brown hair.
One evening Kay received a call that Annabel had been involved in a car accident. Annabel’s things were left lying around the house as she grieved. Then one day she packed it all up, though she left the brush as a reminder of watching Annabel every morning getting ready to face the world.
Word count: 87
This was written with the prompt brush provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #230.
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