Toys – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
Al’s photo prompt this week made me think of Fireball XL5, a children’s television program from back in the days when Queen Victoria was just a wee lassie. It has the best theme music, and lyrics, of any TV program ever – see link at end of story.
I have no earthly excuse for what I wrote.

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© Al Forbes

Click here to hear the author read this very short story:

The children will come back.
They always come back.
They will love me as they always do.
I will give them pleasure, as I always do.
I know what children want.
I know what they think will make them happy.
And I know what they are prepared to give in return.
The things that make me happy.
I never take anything that they cannot live without.
So Susie gave me her smile.
Laura gave me her love.
And Benny gave me his soul.
They, of course, are never happy.
I am.
Because teddy bears never grow old.
I wait patiently, contentedly, among the other toys at the bottom of this big cardboard box until they come back.
Sometimes it takes a while.
The last time was almost twenty years.
But, I know, the children will come back.

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24 Responses to Toys – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. meethiflyer says:

    Heheh, that’s cute!
    Check out my latest article on the 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹


  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Wow that’s one disturbed and creepy teddy bear. I think that’s one you need to burn. Great story though, no one would suspect him of course. Hugs CE. Have a great week!


  3. Sheena says:

    Very profound


  4. Jelli says:

    Beautiful! Loved it!


  5. They, of course, are never happy.
    I am.
    this above line is a giveaway .

    Enjoyed the FireBall XL5. In my schooldays(in mumbai) it was telecast on Sunday morn and me and my sibling waited for the show to start. Down memory lane.


  6. James says:

    Reminds me of a recurring theme in the Toy Story movies, how children love their toys but then grow up and ignore them.

    I loved Fireball XL5 as a kid, especially Robert the Robot and how the nose of the ship could become a lander. I’m still a sucker for the opening theme.

    “Ready Venus?”
    “Ready Steve.”

    Fun fact: In one of the episodes, Steve sang the ending theme song for the show, which very briefly was on pop radio of that era.


  7. Moon says:

    I guess I saw in your story the fact that in every relationship there’s always someone who loves and then there’s the one who is loved and how the one that is loved gets to absorb and retain the better of emotions . Sorry, I am not that articulate . 🙂


  8. Joy Pixley says:

    Sad, to think about the teddy bear’s lot in life. But still, I was relieved the ending was sweet and poignant; when I read that Benny gave him his “soul” I got a bit worried about what direction you were going!


  9. They, of course, are never happy. That line suddenly took my mind in a different direction. An intriguing tale and one to ponder.

    Click to read my story


  10. A sweet story Reminds me of the Old Bear books


  11. michael1148humphris says:

    At first I thought it was going to be the thoughts of a deity. The teddy bear was better.


  12. Such a deeply poignant tale so full ofnostalgia. You transported me straight back to my childhood as i do hope others who read your beautiful piece would do so.
    Brilliant writing, Ceayr.


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