Every Friday writers from around the world contribute 100 word stories prompted by a photograph supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to Friday Fictioneers. I love constructive comments on my stories.
Hey Diddle Diddle
This morning Tom tentatively suggested we demolish the wall between the old nursery and the kitchen. ‘A family room,’ and then he corrected it, ‘Living Room.’
Afterwards I went into the nursery. The white cot had greyed. The Hey Diddle Diddle wallpaper was curling and jaundiced.
Twenty years ago we’d pasted it up excitedly, singing along to Whitney Houston’s I Have Nothing while the cat fiddled and the dog laughed at the weird names we gave my bump. Beezhah. Kaebidje.
Three months later the dish ran away with the spoon leaving bare patches on the wallpaper. And an empty cot.