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NaNoWriMo #29

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These days, noone bought the puppet-maker’s toys. But still his shelves were lined with wooden marionettes.

“Why do you do it?” I asked.

“Because once upon a time, an old man made a wish,” he said. “Y’know, when you’re young, you don’t understand age. You think your body’s tough as varnished wood. But flesh decays.”

He sighed.

“So many things I still want to do. But, old men have had wishes granted before.”

I looked at the marionettes. Their smooth, oiled joints. “You’d wish for a son?”

“Hah, no! I’d wish I’d never wanted to be a real boy.”

4 comments add one below

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    Yet another superb one! Great take on the story, nice one, really enjoyed it :)

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    D.M. almost 5 years ago

    'Love the line about youth and the body tough as varnished wood! Sets up the last line so perfectly. A gem!

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    Neil Murton almost 5 years ago

    Thanks guys, really glad you liked it :-)

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    Iarwain Olofsson almost 4 years ago

    That's soooo cute.

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