“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.
Ricky’s face dropped in disappointment as it was his favourite play thing, he could imagine it into anything he wanted. Sure it was old and quite tatty but it was so well loved that it looked out of place with all his shiny new toys. One time it was a garage to park all his cars, another a treasure house to hide his precious coins or a barn to feed the animals. Sometimes it even became a house for all his friends to sleep in when they came to visit.
So although other toys were played with this was the most used and loved.
“Aunty why must you throw out everything I hold close?”
“Just because your parents are gone there is no need to cling to old things”
“But it’s so versatile and fun, there is beauty in it’s ugliness”
“It’s going, now no more arguments. You have so many lovely new toys, get rid of it”
Quietly without Aunt Alex knowing young Ricky arranged for his classmate to keep it so that they could still play with this last relic of his parents kindness.
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays short fiction