Morning
She opened her eyes and stretched. Sunlight filled the room.
Yes it is morning! She blinked, she
yawned. She wondered, briefly, if she should call out to ‘Boobs’ or perhaps she
would go back to sleep. She waved her chubby hands in the air and studied them
with intense interest.
The Little Blue Torch
“Why does she think I’m a ‘phone?” asked the Little Blue Torch
to the Pink Balloon.
“I’m clearly a
torch! I light up! I shine!”
The Pink Balloon shrugged, he didn’t care much for the moody
torch.
Where do all the tea spoons go?
Where do all the teaspoons go?
I've hunted high! I've hunted low!
Do they dream a life of awe?
To see the world outside the draw?
I've hunted high! I've hunted low!
Do they dream a life of awe?
To see the world outside the draw?
The poor neglected handbag
The handbag sat alone, discarded, empty. Gathering dust.
Forgotten. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Years?
There was once a time that the handbag had been cherished.
Loved. Adored. Taken everywhere.
Memoirs of an overworked washing machine
I recall a time when it was just me and him. He was all
mine. He gave me one load a week and used my gentle cycle. I was serviced
regularly.
Then she came. She
came into his life and brought her ever-increasing mountain of dirty laundry
with her.
A Daydream
The warm water looked so inviting. White, soapy bubbles
bounced on the surface. Steam escaped into the cool air. She felt the tension
in her shoulders ease a little. She allowed herself to drift away, to escape
from the stress of the day.
The Peaceful Whisk
The peaceful whisk wanted to love. He longed for love. Yearned for love.
He had a kind, soft heart.
When the book came out the peaceful whisk retreated to the
back of the draw.
Pizza
She started in the middle and worked her way out. Anyone
observing would find it a little odd, but she wasn’t self conscious… she always
ate pizza that way. She held her knife and fork awkwardly, at an angle, her
elbows sticking out like a jolly policeman. The middle was the best bit. Cooked
to perfection. To her, it was the only logical way to eat a pizza.
The Book Shop
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