The cobbled street shone in the light of the electric sun and all the little houses were perfect replications of a small town in the old world. We took turns peeping through the hole in the ‘sky’ at the tiny perfection under its glass dome.
We looked longingly, but it was too expensive a toy.
Mama took us to the market, where we bought juicy fruits that we ate on the way home.
We forgot about the diorama. Except for Kitty, who went every day to stare.
Then she didn’t come home.
Sometimes we see her playing on the cobbles.
Artwork by Cindy Tomamichel
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