In SIX WORDS or fewer, write a story about a middle sister.

Only one way to move up.

Younger, older, sometimes forgotten, always loved.

Mom forgot middle daughter’s middle name.

Neither burdened nor spoiled, I survive.

Middle sister.
Imagine that.
Nope, can’t.

I’m the mediator of the world.

Loved by oldest and the youngest.

Adventurous middle child, running wild . . . alive.

The unexpected journey was her last.

Not the milkman’s daughter.

She donned the hand-me-down with pride.

“Middle one.” He pointed. “How much?”

[…] Six words are a thousand pictures […]