Yep, I’m jumping back into this challenge. Thank you, Priceless Joy, for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (75 – 175 words) and you, pixabay.com, for providing the inspiring photo prompt this week. If you haven’t heard of or joined this challenge, please take the time to check out PJ’s blog for more details and entertaining entries.
One by one, our maker gave us away to little humans with cotton candy grins. Mysteriously, the maker kept reaching past me. See you later, Hello Kitty. Bye, Olaf, Anna, Pooh, T-Rex, Pony, and Minions 1, 2, and 3. Wow . . . they really do look happy and beautiful floating beside their foster parents. A thrill of what’s to come for me rushes through my body.
Then it happens. There’s only me and the crippled Blue Moon. We’ve become fast friends, encouraging each other. I try not to, but I hope I’ll be picked before him.
A little girl plods over. “Ugh.”
“Sorry, honey bunny.” Her mom hands over the money. “I guess we’ll take the Butterfly.”
I’m floating beside my new little human. Her “Ugh” keeps knocking around my head. But this is fun, right? She chose me, right? She may not be the most enthused foster parent on Earth, but she’s holding tight onto me. Is that enough?
This story goes out to all those who have been picked last at some point in their lives. Feeling ashamed, humiliated, and inadequate is hard to overcome. But that moment does not define you. I hope you know that or come to know that some day.