Written in response to https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/category/ragtag-daily-prompt/ TOY.
A toy, forgotten on a shelf, watches the world go by.
It has been years since someone took the time to say hello, and amongst all the second hand junk, he found many friends. An old spinning top, a rag doll, with one arm missing, and Toby, a teddy bear with one black ear, and one blue.
Every time the door opened, the bell rang.
Masie, the old lady with silver hair, smiled at each of her customers. Sometimes they would buy a trinket, sometimes they looked around and brought nothing. Today a woman, followed by a child in a pushchair, walked inside. She shook the snow off her shoulders, and allowed her little girl out.
She toddled from one corner to the other, but Masie didn’t mind. She just chatted with her mum about the weather.
‘Mummy, can I have the teddy bear in the corner, the one with one black ear?’
‘I haven’t got the money sweetheart.’
‘It’s okay,’ Masie said, bringing my friend down. One glance at me, and I was brought down too.
We sat on the counter, getting used to our new surroundings.
‘You can have both of these, because they are friends, and don’t go anywhere without each other.’ She glanced at the little girl’s mum. ‘I don’t want any money, just an assurance you will look after them. You see, they need someone to love them. Will you do that for me? Promise to look after them?’
The little girl nodded. ‘I promise.’
That’s how we got to our forever home, and twenty years later, Sally, our little girl, grew up. She never forgot her promise, and when she had a child of her own, we protected her child, just like she did.
A piece of cotton and a needle and we were as good as new.