Hidden Things

A rubber duck accompanied my walk around the room. I laid it in plain sight on a shelf of the bookcase. Its classic yellow face and orange bill pointed to the door where my daughter would skip through in a few seconds.

“Heidi,” I called, “Come find the ducky.”

Heidi scampered inside. Her eyes sparkled. They went immediately to the bookcase, the exact same spot where she had last placed the duck. A flicker of confusion puckered her brows…

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