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for Six Word Saturday

A Ballad of China

When I was a child, we owned an orange set of Childcraft books by World Book. ( I still have the books from the set that aren’t dated.)  Several of the books had poems and this was one of my favorites.  For some reason, while working around the house today, unpacking, going through mail and other post-vacation activities, this poem insinuated itself into my head and wouldn’t go away.  You might enjoy it and if you have children or grandchildren, it’s highly likely they’ll love its cadences and story.  So I present for your enjoyment…

Friday Fictioneers–A Not-So-Grim Tale

Yes, it’s Friday Fictioneers time once again. (Does it really only come around once a week?  I’m sure it’s more often than that!)  Anyway, time for more laughs, horror, surprise endings, continued stories and about anything else you can (or even can’t) imagine.  To read more stories, click on the link at the end of this post.  As for me, I appreciate your comments, analysis, and criticism.  Now, without further ado…

(Thursday addendum:  Maybe I’m being a bit too subtle here.  Would “A Not-So-Grimm Tale” and bold-facing the first letters of all the names help?  I didn’t want to be to overt, but perhaps I erred in the opposite direction.  At any rate, thanks for reading!)

A Not-So-Grim Tale

“But, Grandma, it’s so small!

“True, but Paola, Isobel, and Graham were all little and they loved it.  It felt like a fairy tale house to them.  Once it flooded.  We lost a few things, but because the house is built on rock and made of stones, it’s rock-solid.  It endured.”

“Rock-solid.  That’s a joke, Grandma.”

“Yes, but later wasn’t such a joke. Friends told us we needed something bigger. We chose to stay.  But when West Orange Loan & Financial gobbled up so many grand houses, we still had ours.  We were  rock-solid because we’d made the right choices.

You might know Jack, but…

…do you know where he went?? 

I do!!