I pressed my face against the glass as we moved, steaming it up while trying to catch a glimpse of Sally. Papa drove fast, quickly leaving the caftan clad groups behind as they waved goodbye to us. The men and women waved and waved, while the children chased the car, I watched the dust cover them as their figures became softer. I pushed further and further, wishing I could rescue Sally, her beautiful lacy dress dragged on the dusty soil behind her new owner. Sam and Bill bickered behind, oblivious to everything happening outside. They did not care about their toys which had been distributed. I pressed myself into mama’s bosom and began to sniffle.
“Don’t cry nne, when we get there, we can buy you a prettier doll, Mary will look after Sally.” Mama said.
I dissolved into loud noisy sobs, breaking now and then; like the pirated CDs Papa favoured. It was a noisy drive; the bickering increased and my crying became louder as we drove towards the phantom of prosperity and freedom.
Word Count: 175
Written for this week’s Trifextra Writing Challenge:
“…a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal <she was a phantom of delight — William Wordsworth : phantom
Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
This week’s word is phantom.”