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.”
“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.”
Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago
Yet another superb one! Great take on the story, nice one, really enjoyed it :)
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!
Neil Murton almost 5 years ago
Thanks guys, really glad you liked it :-)
Iarwain Olofsson almost 4 years ago
That's soooo cute.