“You’ve got to be kidding.” It was Martin’s first reaction to his wife Helen’s suggestion. “You want to buy this…this thing for our three-year-old granddaughter?”
“It’s ridiculous, and it’s made of porcelain. Couldn’t we get her a gift that won’t break when she drops it?”
“But she’ll love it.”
“She’ll love a lot of things that are cuter, less expensive, and less fragile.”
“Okay, let’s have it. What’s the real reason?”
Helen looked down at her shoes and when she faced Martin again, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. He put his hands gently on her shoulders.
“What is it?” His voice was calm, soft, almost a whisper.
“My Grandpa gave something just like it to me for my fifth birthday. He…he died of a heart attack a month later.”
Martin pulled his wife close and held her. “Alright. We’ll get it for her.”
“Marty? Marty, you make me so happy.”
“But we’ll keep it high up on a shelf so she can admire until she’s older.”
I wrote this for the 180th FFfAW Challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 175 words long. My word count is 172.
Yes, I think donut dog is ridiculous, too. However, I had to think of some reason for validating this choice of gift.
My son is divorced and the visitation schedule for his two children is that they spend one week with their Mom and the alternating week with him (and us). In addition, due to my ex-daughter-in-law’s work schedule, we babysit our three-year-old granddaughter Monday through Wednesday on her week.
My grandson has favorite stuffed animals that he carries back and forth for a sense of stability, but up until now, my granddaughter hasn’t done so. Yesterday, my wife took our granddaughter to the store and bought her an “Elsa” backpack plus two special stuffed animals she can always keep with her, just like her brother. They look ridiculous, but she adores them, and I adore her.
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