The cradle teddies swung sadly in endless circles in the strong breeze blowing through the window. Mack the middle one whispered as he passed by Jorge.
“Do you think Bink would ever come back?”
Toddy replied before Jorge could get a word in.
“Why do you care? You were the one who always grumbled when he pulled too hard or tried to kick you with his infant legs.”
Jorge muttered sadly – “But.. But.. does that mean no one will come to dust us and oil that squeaky leg in the cradle? What will happen to us if Bink doesn’t come back?”
“We’ll go back to the same dusty attic we were brought in from.”
“You selfish stuffed bears. Don’t you miss his baby blue eyes staring up at us and his gurgles?”
“Not really. Jorge and I just want to be dusted everyday.”
Nicely penned!! 😀
Aww this was cute. The secret life of toys!
As a kid, I always used to be fascinated with Enid Blyton’s Amelia Jane😁
dont tell me Baby Bink is no more? I would like to think he outgrew the cradle.
He is just sick and not at home
Couldn’t help smiling reading this Lav 🙂 Awesomely written <3
Thanks Akshata. Glad you liked it 😇
Cute one ! Loved it 🙂
Thanks Meha. Been reading up yours too. Your writings are prolific
Sweet, salted and peppy…all at once Lavanya! A very different view from the top!
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hahahaha.. this is the best take till now, Lavanya, even better than mine. So fresh. loved it. had a smile throughout. and you just nailed it in the very end. super take yaa. Cheers!
Thanks Rashi 😁
Lololol! Loved this! The teddies seem to be like me, finicky about cleanliness!:)))))
Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction
Haha. Perhaps they peeked into your mobile when you did the post 😂
aww that’s the cutest personification. Thanks for linking up with #FridayFotoFiction.
Thanks Tina