PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

It’s been so many years. Will he even recognize me? 

Pretending to yawn and stretch, Andie peered over each shoulder. The coast was clear. She knelt on the withered grass. I won’t knock, she reasoned, just take a closer look. The door seemed smaller now that she’d quadrupled in age and size. Leave childhood memories where they belong, the grownup voice nagged: In your imagination. 

But Andie’s hand shot forward unbidden, armed with the secret knock. Tappitty, tap. Tap.

As the door opened, an unfamiliar face appeared. “Who are—?” Then he gasped. “Where’s Daniel? What have you done with him?”

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