Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo-prompt comes from Ted Strutz and posted for us by Rochelle. Thank you Rochelle.
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Lost without Teddy
Teddy and Isabel went everywhere together. There were desperate moments of anguished tears if Teddy got lost, followed by joyous smiles and hugs when found behind the toy box.
Now I keep Teddy close by and take him everywhere.
When we go sailing, he has a small floatation jacket with my name and address sewn in.
My friends think I am paranoid, but I can’t leave him out of my sight.
Haunted by the ghost of my guilty wife, I refuse to bury Teddy with baby Isabel.
He maintains my memories of our two-year-old.
We sing together, smiling every day.