Molly

Another in a series of microfictions inspired by photos I've taken

Molly went to bed thinking of the decorative tin flower holder on her kitchen counter. She wished she’d gotten more than one from the dollar store; all her little nieces and nephews who’d be spending Thanksgiving Day at her house would have gotten such a kick out of them; she could almost hear their squeals and giggles…

She fell asleep at last, still thinking about that crazy tin turkey.

And lo, when she entered the kitchen the next morning, she had a whole raft of them. It was a tin poultry miracle.