Table set for two; she always sat alone.

Yet, she engaged in animated conversations; nodding, smiling, frowning, laughing.

Reaching across the table as if to hold a hand.

Who decides your childhood invisible friend dies went you hit the ripe old age of 10? 250 characters

image: (c) Kat

Written for Kat’s Twittering Tales # 96: Secret Garden 

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