"Balloon?" came a voice from behind the door - it was her mother coming to get her for breakfast.
"Where's the balloon Charley?" she asked in her cheery good morning voice.
"Bloon" burst out Charley, very pleased to share her treasure with her Mumma. She held it out proudly to her in both hands.
"Oh Charley" she said gently taking the glass from her ... "wherever did you get this from?"
And as she reached to take it Charley pulled it back unexpectedly, having decided to keep hold of it herself, but instead it fell hitting the wall, and as it dropped, it shattered into a hundred tiny pieces on the rug.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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