Miniature doubles

gingerbread house cookies on white surface

Rosie thinks I’ve lost my mind. It’s possible the strong smell of ginger and molasses in the air has gone to my head…has me hallucinating things.

But I swear there are people inside the gingerbread homes. And not little gingerbread men either, but actual people.

“Did you notice all the houses are exact replicas of our neighborhood?” I say.

“Hmm, you’re right! The attention to detail is impeccable!”

“Right down to the shadows in the isomalt windows.” I peer inside a house that looks like ours, swallow my heart when I see a face that resembles my own staring back.

© 2022 Nortina Simmons


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