Friday Fictioneers

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Evening was coming, and I lit the hurricane lamps on the table. I needed to clear away my shopping cart from the table before they came home. But instead I sat down and looked over the counter, out the windows and beyond….past the rooftops of the houses across the way, and into the sky itself.

I wondered how they would survive, these people living in my house, after I was gone. Who would light the lamps, clean up after them, take care of 101 little things that houses need done? Would they even notice I was gone? Would they instead blame each other for things falling apart? Probably not. But they’ll be sorry when their home no longer has its Brownie!

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13 Responses to Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Julia.
    Your story takes me back to stories of brownies my scout leader used to tell us. Sweet and unique tale.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

  2. Oddly, I have the same thoughts about my Hubs. Who’s going to help him when I’m gone. And I feel that time growing closer everyday.

  3. I loved this. You kind of had the same view I had, looking out the windows and seeing what was beyond. Could I borrow your Brownie?

  4. What a different twist, Julia! I enjoyed how you worked the little shopping cart into the story. Could my house Brownie be dark chocolate (although that might dangerous for him/her!!)?

    janet

  5. oh I had to look up brownie, and could just notice that it’s quite similar to the little elfs that was part of farms in the old time. Nice to see they modernize.

  6. petrujviljoen says:

    I liked this! Why would the Brownie go?

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