“Look, Tommy, I’ve told you before, when I’m with my friends I don’t want you hanging around. Haven’t you got any heads your age you can play with?”
“But mum said you’re supposed to look after me. If you make me go away I’ll cry.”
Janey looked at her two friends.
“I don’t suppose you two have got any bright ideas as to how to get rid of an annoying brother?”
“We could push him off the shelf,” said Amy, “And watch him roll across the floor and out of the door.”
“Or,” said Stephanie, a wicked grin appearing on her face, “We could give him to those legs over there and let them use him as a football.”
“On the other hand,” piped in Amy, “We could sell him to the wicked witch who lives on the shelf above us to put in her cauldron to make spells.”
Tommy’s tears and the girls’ laughter were silenced when a small man wearing a large brown apron walked into the room. Standing in front of them he said,
“Right my children, which of you is ready for a brand new body with matching arms and legs?”
The heads smiled hopefully.
200-word story for this week’s prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction.
Photo courtesy of J Hardy Carroll