Daddy's Little Girl
Flames ignited through the mansion creating an orange hue behind each window. Stella laid in her bed. She could feel the heat encroaching her. This was the moment. The moment when she would decide if she wanted to run. At first she thought no, but with a sudden change of heart, she jumped from the bed. Stella grabbed the letter. It was going with her, if for nothing more than a memory of this night. She shoved it into her pocket and stumbled to the exit with her head tucked into her sleeve. Heat radiated off the door. It was the window or nothing. Stella stepped onto the thin ledge below her window. She looked down. Her heart was thumping so hard it felt like it was no longer a part of her. She closed her eyes and leapt. Somehow she landed on both feet. Stella stood and took in the sight of the mansion. Just because she started this blaze didn’t mean she had to go down with it. She opened the crumpled letter and read, “When I die, I leave the estate to my youngest daughter Amelia…” Stella laughed maniacally. If she couldn’t have it, no one could.
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AuthorAshlee MacCallum Archives
October 2023
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