"For my eighth birthday," said Sophie, "I want… I want…"
And there was the crux of the problem. She didn't know what she wanted. Everything really cool - her own space-plane, a rocket launcher with her name down one side, Sydney Opera House, her very own Harry Potter - was sure to be ignored just like the time she'd asked for a Spice Girl as a pet and she'd most likely end up with the usual things she got lumbered with on her birthday: dolls, nice clothes, crayons… If she wasn't training herself to be a proper lady one day she'd probably throw up at the idea of it all.
No, what she wanted was something different. Something unusual.
Something she had never had before…
16th place (out of 30) in the 9th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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