Micro Fiction: Myra’s El Dorado

“Myra, do go outside and play. It’s a beautiful day!” Mom called from the kitchen.

Myra loved the bougainvillea shrubs in her garden. There was a little clearing behind them that led to this bountiful land. Of chocolates, pizzas, piano tunes, story books and horses. Sometimes, she and Posh, her gypsy vanner pony, would go cantering over the hills into the soft fluffy clouds and the blue skies.

“Myra, why are you sitting on the porch all by yourself? Come on in. Dinner’s ready.”

Myra smiled happily and sat down quietly at the table.

She’d just returned from El Dorado.

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100 Words

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