Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: OKay...this was a really interesting story to read...I think its a really fun little short and I absolutely loved that little twist at the ending. Got a couple of places where I think it could get better but for the most part this is really good.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by a sheet of snow. But I could see the fingertips peek out just so. I bent over double and pinched one end of the glove between my fingers, holding it up in the light of dawn.
Hmm...interesting place to start...a random pink glove out in the wild...well not the most intriguing or attention grabby of starts but not exactly boring either so its a bit neutral I think. Let's see how you continue shall we?
No one in my house owned pink gloves. There must have been some stranger, walking by in the dark, who had dropped this glove and left it here. Where else could it have come from? Maybe a bird picked it up from somewhere and let it fall into my garden. Either way, I thought nothing of it.
Now see this is much more exciting. This one makes me really find out how that glove got there and now my attention is hooked. Hmm...if you made this part of the first paragraph it might actually improve the start here a bit.
If the owner needed to find it, they would. I folded the glove and placed it on the squat square top of my garden fence.
Okay...that's actually a very reasonable thing for someone to do. I like it so far.
The next day I came out to check on the plants, and the pink glove was right back where it was before. It was startling. Was someone playing a prank? Was my eyesight failing me? My memory? No, for this wasn't a second glove, because the fence was now distinctly glove-less.
Ooooooh...well that was a really interesting development. Things be getting very interesting now...this glove sounds like its going to lead to quite some fun shenanigans (or scary shenanigans) down the line.
I decided to leave it there and see what would happen tomorrow.
Hmm...okay...trying to get more tests done to get conclusive evidence. As a fan of the scientific method, I like this.
In the evenings, my daughter sat in the living room to paint. She liked to paint nature scenes. Autumn leaves on apple trees, waterfalls that shivered with white froth, large snowy lakes; all these and more decorated our otherwise empty walls. That day I came down from the loft to see she was painting a scene of the garden: including the glove.
Hmm...okay transitioning into a nice calm little drawing scene here...well that raises quite a few questions for me but oh well, let's keep going before I start asking those.
"That yours, Mama?" she didn't look at me as she spoke.
"No," I said.
"That's odd." And she washed her paintbrush in the cup by her side.
Well..that was an interesting little exchange...I wonder what that's going to be all about.
Dawn. The night before we had heavy snowfall. I was in my sweater, groping around in the dark closet for a shovel, when suddenly I heard a noise. I thought about the mysterious glove-bearer.
Oooh...looks like its time for some midnight investigating...this is going to be interesting.
I walked out. The living room window was frosted over, but I could see a shadow loping over to the middle of the garden. It looked human, thankfully. And awfully familiar . . .
"John?" I poked my head through the door.
Ohh..is this strange glove mover one of her neighbors maybe?
My husband looked up from where he was picking up the pink glove. His arms were carrying a basket load of the things, as though he'd meant to sell them at a fair. "Oh, hi honey!"
"What are you doing with all these gloves?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. If I'd known it was only John, imagine how much worry it would've saved me!
Oh wow...I did not see that one coming...the husband...well that was a big ol' anticlimax that I was not at all expecting...hmm...will this ending be innocent after all.
"Gloves? What gloves?" John said. I looked more closely at his cargo and realised they were pink inflatable flamingos.
"These are just some extra stock from work. Flamingos not popular with clowns nowadays, ya'know? It's elephant season!"
Ooooh...is there a twist in this tale after all?
Maybe I had more than my eyesight to worry about . . .
Oh dear...well I love that ending. Nice chilling line to close things out with. Lovely little cliffhanger.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this was a really fun little story to read. I feel like that scene with the daughter seems kind of unnecessary in the grand scheme of things because this is just a short and I feel like that didn't add all that much to the story but other than that this was a lot of fun to read. Good Job

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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