Dialog with the Little Red Wagon

A writing class assignmnet to have a conversation with an inanimate object. Hope you enjoy it.

 

 

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Hello Red, how’ve you been ?

Just hanging around

I’m sorry I have not paid you more attention

I understand.

I miss her very much.

We both miss her.

It’s been over 43 years

Long time, huh!

I miss her very much.

We both miss her.

She would have used you to carry her children in too, you know!

I know that.

One ride wasn’t enough.

I know that.

Again, I’m sorry I have not paid you more attention

Again, I understand.

The dust of ages still displays her tiny fingerprints

And few of the pattern on her dress

I promise not to be so long before we chat again.

I would like that.

I miss her very much.