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It was the sixth house on their list with Penny vociferously dismissing each of the previous ones.

Martha had been eager to not let single parenthood deprive her little girl of the luxury she deserved and more. However, this was getting a little out of control. Houses were expensive and there was no way they could settle on one if Penny kept discarding options after options on a whim.

The pink walls, green windows, orange tiled roof, and the tiny garden made Penny let out a squeal of delight. It was the perfect doll house that she was looking for. 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg
Word count: 100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

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  1. You are getting better day by day with these twists Uma :) I enjoyed this one too!

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    1. ooh, Aarthy, this makes my heart soar..thank you so much :-)))

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  2. How cute is that! You have said so much with such few words. :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Jyothi and welcome here :-)

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  3. hehehe thats so sweet.. i had always wanted a doll house as a kid.. somehow it wasnt a common thing here back then...

    This was really nice!

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    1. I wanted one too but never had...thanks a lot, Seeta!

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  4. Dear Uma,

    Sweet story. I love the twist of it being a doll house. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks a lot, Rochelle..I'm really glad you liked the twist :-)

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  5. Yes.. even dolls need the perfect house.. Looking for the perfect house can be an ordeal.. I hope the price was acceptable...

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    1. yes, I guess the price was acceptable..thanks Björn :-)

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  6. Ooh what a twist.. I thought it was their own house and not a doll house...good one

    Random Thoughts Naba - Just aone lasting friendship...

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    1. hehe..it meant to be misleading initially..glad it worked, Nabanita :-)

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  7. I would want that for REAL tooooooooooo :)
    Bikram's

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    1. awww..ok, let's see if we can get it for you, Bikram :-)

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  8. That's a good one with a great twist! Didnt see it coming :)

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  9. I was thinking it was like the scene out of Miracle on 34th street--with the little girl desperately wanting Santa to find her the perfect, picket-fence home. And then you switched it up and threw me all a-kilter. Nice side step.

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    1. Glad you liked it, Kirizar..thanks for reading :-)

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  10. Uma, Cute story. I enjoyed the twist at the end of it being a doll house they were shopping for. Well written. : ) ---Susan

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    1. Thanks a lot, Susan..your words always warm my heart :-)

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  11. Cute! That'd make a perfect doll house :)

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