As the wind blew…

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.”

Linking up  with Tina and Mayuri for fridayfotofiction.


  1. 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!

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