Friday Fictioneers: The Vase


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“Are you ready to go to your aunts’, Mary?” Mary nodded hesitantly. She’s always been in favor to visit her aunt. I have the coolest aunt, she used to brag to her classmates at school, but lately, she’s starting to rethink this title. “That nod didn’t look promising,” Mary’s mother said, “what’s up?”

“It’s her vase,” Mary blurted, her mother raised a brow, “it’s weird to have a place in her collection of rare plants.”

Her mother laughed, “I think she made that and proud of it.”

“Oh.” Mary was suddenly feeling embarassed.

“But yes, I think it’s weird, too.”

(100 words)

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21 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Vase

  1. Hit the nail on the head. We like and keep what we make – or what our children or some relative we love makes. Her mother taught her a couple of big lessons. She had to be nice about the vase, but #2, it was okay to feel the way she did about it. Wise mother.

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    1. I think I tend to imagine my fictional parents like that – wise and non-judgmental. I actually made something similar in middle school – a weird-looking blue ceramic pot (I’m not very creative when it comes to this form of art) – my mom never allowed me to display it publicly and ended up chucking in the garbage when we moved.

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      1. So you kept it? That’s good. I do put other things in it. The main point is that it is a treasure! The clay statue I made that was on display in my junior high school disappeared, though. We moved a lot!

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