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.