One morning, while she was cleaning her room in her parents’ house, Áine hit with the broomstick one of her porcelain elephants, and the marvel shattered on the floor. She wept.
While she was cleaning the mess, she found among the shards a wooden miniature of a hatted boy. ‘Yay!’
This week’s 50-word stories are dedicated to faraway muses whose blogs I love. Today’s muse: an Irish poetess called Áine.
boy with a hat 
I love it. Consider my hat tipped. 🙂
What will you do with the miniature?
Love it!
very Hitchcock-ian
Bravo! “I tip my hat to you”…keep writing…
I have really been enjoying these little 50-word vignettes. I think you’ve managed to capture some very interesting scenes in them.
She and I would get along famously.
Oh my!
Is it a nkisi?
Yep. And it glows in the dark. Most colorfully.