50 Word Thursdays #6

When Deb Whittam retired from hosting 50-Word Thursdays, Kristian asked to pick it up and offered me a spot as co-host. Obviously, I jumped at the opportunity as I love this weekly prompt. Last week he hosted, so this week, I am hosting. My prompt will go out at Midnight GMT on Thursday, and a recap will be posted by 10:00 PM GMT next Wednesday.


  1. Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  2. Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
  3. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  4. HAVE FUN!

This Week’s Prompt:

“The colors of the world are changing, day by day.” Les Miserables.


The Clockwork Shop

Clockwork people scuttle around the shop.
They are my creations, but also friends.
Never for sale, barter, or private swap,
To keep them running, I need odds and ends.
Over there is Henry who likes to dust,
which is nice because I collect old things.
I lost Wilberforce to his wanderlust,
but he sends me trinkets and toys on strings.
Other things are available for sale.
Browse around, plenty of things in hiding.
I might even have a stuffed Minke whale.
My need for things is never subsiding.

Payment here is easy, all cogs and wheels,
bits and bobs, will have me heads over heels.

A Short Life

It had been a long day of playing with the other pups in the litter and Kit was worn out. He sprawled out in the lush undergrowth of the forest and panted. When the alarm from the adults sounded, he had little energy to run. He tried, but failed.

When he opened his eyes, Kit was alone in a meadow filled with wildflowers. He sat and howled for his mother – for the other pups – for anyone. Kit’s howls turned to whimpers and when he heard a little giggle behind him he was ready to give up. His mother had warned him about humans, but he desperately wanted company. Human or otherwise.

As the small child gently picked Kit up, he didn’t fuss or fight. He felt warm – loved. Just like he did in his mother’s grasp. They sat quietly under the tree and enjoyed the afternoon.

Kit loved every moment of watching the sun set in heaven with his new best friend.

The Bag Lady tagged me to Tell a Story with the image she provided. It’s my turn to provide an image and tag three others. Let’s see what Chris, Kristian, and Lana can do with the following picture: