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Trifextra: Week Eight - Lost


“What’s your name?”

“Edith.”

“Age?”

“3.”

“Where do you live?”

“Home.”

“And where exactly is your home?”

“With mamma and daddy.”

"Sure." "Adwin, Check if we have a missing report for "Edith, 3"".

This weekend's challenge is to write a story entitled 'Lost' in exactly 33 words. The word 'lost' can only appear in the title, not your 33 words
This is my write up for the challenge. But I wrote more than 33 words actually. (I found it a little difficult to stop). If you would like to read further, check out the post marked "Lost".

Comments

  1. awww poor Edith. Great catch on 3 year old speak.

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    1. Thank you. I thought a lot about it and then a remembered a conversation with my nephew regarding where he lived when he was 4. His responses were on parallel lines and that it what triggered the idea. I am happy that it clicks.

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  2. Oh, no. I love this child. So well done. A parent's nightmare.

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  3. Oh, that something so simple can stir the pit in every mother's stomach and make their arms feel empty for a child to save. A director of the orchestra of the heart- that is what a writer is. Brilliant job.

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    1. Thank you so much for all the appreciating and encouraging words.

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  4. Nice response to the challenge!

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    1. Thank you, Sandy. I just got a little lucky with the idea this time.

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  5. I like this. Sounds just like a child at that age :)

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    1. Thank you so much. I am glad that I could do justice to the character.

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  6. I was that little girl!! It is very scary!

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    1. Oh, I did not intend to scare you. Next time, I will try to work out something lighthearted.

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  7. We used to get lost kids at the front desk when I worked in the library. They had answers like this all the time. Clever and well captured.

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    1. Thank you. It is good to see that it blends well with the theme.

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  8. I have a three year old and I dread this happening. I love how you were able to get into the child's head. Great job. Thanks for linking up and hopefully see you for the weekday challenge starting on Monday.

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