Daddy’s Little Girl

Momma says there’s no such things as unicorns. They are mythical beasts, the creations of rich imaginations. Really, the very idea of there being a pony with a horn protruding from its forehead. They are just freaks of nature.

I’ll bet my dad would agree with me. But I don’t know him, he never came back around after I was born.

I love it when I run around with my hair blowing wild and free in the wind. I imagine I’m a unicorn. Momma scolds, telling me to train my hair to hang over my freak of nature forehead.

©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben 02/24 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – Unicorns

13 responses to “Daddy’s Little Girl

  1. This sounds like it could be put to music as “slam” reading ☺️

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  2. We should all have magic and music in our lives to feed our imaginations…I love unicorns 🙂 x

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  3. A lovely response to the prompt, Annette.

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  4. So many different aspects to this, Annette. I sense longing in the little girl whose daddy never returned. I sense quiet desperation in the mom and magical elements in the little girl. Well-done in such a few words.

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  5. Awwwe, the girl sure is struggling in a hard life, though I’m sure a unicorn is just around the corner to make everything all right 🙂

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  6. Pingback: Of Unicorns « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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