The glint caught her eye first. Then mine.
We looked at each other, recognition written on our faces. Another one. And out here? It was buried in such a way that you could see just its tiny, rounded ear. Easy to miss.
Running onto the ground, we began to dig. Mum was not going to be happy about my jeans when I got home, but I didn't care. And neither did Lana. I was glad we’d found these, for her sake. She threw dirt in every direction, clawing at it like an animal and grinning all the while. She somehow got her hands under it, prised it from the dirt and held it up like a trophy.
"I've got it!"
This one was completely turquoise blue except for its left ear and cheeks. Other than that it was identical to the first: Same shiny look, same tuft of hair, even the same blushed cheeks.
"Huh," I said, "consistency is key, I guess."
Lana looked at the little figurine, flipping it over with her fingers and studying it eagerly.
But suddenly she tensed and handed it to me. I was a bit surprised. One minute she was obsessed and the next, not?
Odd.
I tossed it in my hand, examining it for something startling. Shape, facials, the little heart on its foot. A replica. It was a copy in another colour.
I looked up at Lana. She was looking down, eyes wide.
"What are you…"
"Just...just follow me" she said worriedly.
So I did. Because I trusted her.
And I was curious.
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Plastic Tokens
Short StoryChryss's friend lost her sister. She just vanished. Six months later, they find out she's alive. But as always, there's a catch. Evil has her in its hand, and won't let go until the girls play a little game. Read on to see who wins.
