Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House
“I thought you were going to sell that thing.”
“I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.”
“I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.”
“It will care of itself.”
“Why give it to Cassidy?”
Cassidy pushed a chair up to the pedestal and climbed on to it.
“She’s five. What’s she going to do?”
“She’ll know what to do.”
Cassidy placed her hands on the pedestal and lean in to get a good look. She caught her breath. There were many, many, many, tiny, little faces smiling at her.
She smiled back.
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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts the writing challenge Friday Fictioneer. She posts a photo and we write a 100 word flash fiction about the photo.
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Nice. It takes a child to appreciate such handiwork. The glockenspiels look like little automatons in motion. I can see how it could be a doll house, in the eyes of child. Why is “Its a Small World” playing in my head right now?😊. Sounds like a splendid gift.
Thanks. I see you to have a child like imagination.
The way I read it, it seemed like she appreciated how many hands it had been passed down to. A heartwarming tale indeed 🙂
Nice thought. I like.
I’m sure the little one will appreciate it, but I certainly wouldn’t want to dust it either!
Good thing all those tiny little people are dust freaks.
There were there all along, just needed the inquisitive mind of a child to see them.
Oh, that was sweet!
Thank you. ;0) I try.
Treasures await her I am sure,
I agree. Along with many adventures.
Cute story, Phyllis.
A beautiful thing indeed
Looks like we both thought “elves” when we saw the clock.
Great minds etc
Delightful & cute story.
Thank you. ;0)
Lovely story. Make sure the one who is going to dust it doesn’t tickle the elves with the feather duster.
She’ll be more surprised that it’s never dusty. She doesn’t know why because she doesn’t believe and therefore can’t see.
Don’t forget to believe. You never know what you might see. ;0)
Perhaps the wee ones can do the dusting. Ha. Cute story.
You got it. The wee ones do do the dusting. Good catch. ;0)