“That'll do
pig, that'll do.”
The Big Bad
Wolf* #quote
Today I sank
their battleship, but nobody was hurt since they were in the kiddie
pool. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Old
Puppet
Old puppet
Jerry couldn't be called a collectible despite his age. A custom
puppet made by some puppeteer one hundred years ago his suit became
worn quite long ago with his wooden nose chipped and his finish
barely remained. Without a brand his age only came across with
appearance and guesswork if appraised, but his only appeal being
“broken, worn, antique puppet made by some guy a long time ago”
doesn't have the weight of a famous craftsman or manufacturer.
First the
owners put him closer to the front of the store for sale, but as time
went on Jerry kept being moved further and further back in the
displays. As generations kept inheriting the store from the others
the puppet became shoved deeper into the back of the stock.
When one owner
got a large supply of particularly valuable toys for cheap he told
his assistant to throw away the oldest toys. The assistant grabbed
Jerry, among others, placed them in a bag and tossed them in the
dumpster to make way for the more valuable collectibles.
After tossing
and turning among garbage Jerry found himself in the possession of
cold hands. A homeless man took Jerry's wood body and threw it into a
fire he set up to keep himself warm. The old puppet's face burned
away with all the other materials the man gathered. The homeless man
managed to dream that night thanks to heat of the fire fending off
the cold.
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