Nervous as a white rabbit with a pocket watch, he paced to and fro, making sure each place was perfectly set. Perhaps, he fretted, they would not come.

There was a shimmer of strange light and there they were, each in their place, translucent faces fixed in warm smiles.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Annie Spratt for providing the prompt photo!

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    There such a sense of falseness and that these smiles of the guests are “plastic” it doesn’t bode well!

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