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Despite his obvious affliction he was a happy boy. You only had to look at him to see what a contented little boy he was.
He did gather about him assorted spare parts, not that he wanted them attached but it was comforting for him to know they were there. Being an armless torso never fazed him. Always he looked to see the better side of life.
Once he had held pride of place in the royal palace but war had brought an end to his beauty, another victim of the battle they said as they dumped what was left of him in the rubbish pile behind the palace long with the other destroyed statues.
Here he remained with the other broken pieces of sculptured wonder carrying on conversations in broken speeches about their former days of glory.
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Ahh, poor boy! As well as, the other children statues that are a pile of trash chatting with each other among the garbage. Great story, Michael, but very sad. It reminds me of all the “throw away children” in this world.
Yes Joy there is that comparison….thanks for stopping by.
That was one of the first things that came to my mind, Michael.
I reread this Michael to see if I missed something and the point of the story is that he is happy despite his missing arms. I think it speaks of, “we can be as happy as we set our minds to be.”
Yes that’s right no matter our circumstance…
Yes, that is a good lesson! Thanks, Michael!
Very interesting POV. There are rulers and conquerors in Europe who went around and had their soldiers destroy many great pieces of heart, due to misplaced ideas of religion mostly. It always makes me sad. I picture this boy you wrote about as one of those statues, no longer art, but refuse. Yet, PJ, is right, he still seems o be happy no matter his circumstance. Well done Michael 🙂
Thank you Mandi always good having you call by.
A lovely story, Michael. In my imagination, I see the broken statues helping one another to become whole again, and then forming their own family to live together in secret.
Yes Lyn just like that, making the best of what we have…..
Good story! I like how you personified the statue.
loved your ending sentence that despite their brokenness they still rallied around each other and shared beautiful memories…really sad but happy in a way that he was not all alone.
Thank you glad you enjoyed my piece
I loved the line ‘broken speeches’.
Don’t we all have moments of broken speeches from broken hearts.
Very much so, thanks for stopping by.
Well written and interesting POV of what happens with war and what we choose to do with it.:)
Thank you Susan appreciate you stopping by…
It is always a delight to see someone so optimistic and does not let his problems spoil things for him. Perseverance goes a long way! Great story.
Thanks Jessie…have a lovely day.