The contours sparkled as she took out the glass bowl carefully from the packaging. The beautiful and curvaceous design perfectly complemented her hourglass look.
You are the best, mom! She smiled and placed the gift on the center table of her living room complementing the maple wood finish of the table.
The cacophony of the ‘yays’ from the father-son duo and ‘whump’ of a football overpowered her voice.
‘Guys’, she screamed on top of her voice and continued, ‘Look, what my mother has sent’ while pointing at the table.
The very next moment, broken pieces lay on the floor complementing the marble flooring.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle. Please find other entries to this week’s challenge here.
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