Long long ago…once upon a time…there were two people in my life who had always made me happy…who had not ever hurt me in any way…who had never failed to bring a smile to my face.
They were my (toy) gun and my doll Stella.
My red and black gun had two bullets…not exactly bullets…more like two darts. Our most conspicuous victim was a bottle of pickle which I had shot out of the window…the man living downstairs was not much amused…we were (my gun and myself). Ma had told me off for the unsavoury incident…but it was worth the fun.
Stella used to be a lovely blonde whom I had turned brunette. She also happened to have an enviable wardrobe which she never shared with the rest of my dolls. She looked materialistic and snooty…I am assuming she had had a lovely time. Stella may not sound as interesting as my gun but to me she was equally captivating.
They made me happy no matter how much I abused them…and yet one day I chose to trash them in a lonely corner…I kept ignoring them…and now I don’t even know where they are…to be true I also know that I would not really bother to get them back…
But sometimes I wonder…
Abandoned by me…are they happier in some other child’s loving and caring arms? Or are they pining away in a dark corner thinking about the great times we have had together?
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Let Stella remain in peace. But I would surely suggest on getting the gun back. That might come in handy any time ! :)
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