SPF: A Toy Story


A Toy Story

Words 199

“I want Dolly.” Lily whined.

“She’s mine.”

“But you don’t like dolls!”


“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“You don’t. Mama!”

“Shut up! You’ll get us into trouble.”



“Mama, look Di isn’t giving me my doll.”

“She’s not yours Lily. She’s mine.”

“Mama, Di doesn’t even like dolls.”

“But Aunt gave Dolly to me and Lily the three bears.”

“I want Dolly.” Lily howled.

“Fine!” Mama gathered up the bears and put them away. “I will gift them to someone else. Share the doll.” She ordered before sweeping away.

“Mine!” Lily grabbed Dolly’s arm.

“Mine!” Di tugged with all her might.

Di stared at the armless doll. “Look what you did!”

“You did it!” Lily threw the arm at Di. It flew out of the window.

“Murderer!” Di shrieked. She dumped Dolly and went for Lily.

The doctor set Lily’s dislocated shoulder.

But Lily was inconsolable. “I am not a murderer Mama,” she sobbed and sobbed.

Di was downcast. She held out Dolly. “You can have her.” She had fashioned a new (albeit floppy) arm with a red sock filled with cotton wool.


Lily brushed the dust off the photo of the three of them. “Miss you Di.”


Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting it.To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

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17 thoughts on “SPF: A Toy Story”

  1. Ah. Sibling rivalry and sibling love. These two siblings certainly sounded very determined, and aggressive…and at the end still care for each other. Even after so many years. I pity the doll but it is great that it survived after all those years. Some memories will never fade 🙂

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    1. I like to think Lily is reminiscing and is a permanent one. But it is up to the reader, could be they have had one of their usual acrimonious disagreements and they are finding it difficult to bridge the gap now that they are adults. Thanks for reading 🙂

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