
I am back practicing another Friday Fictioneers prompt. This is a great exercise to stretch your writing muscles. If you feel inclined to try a piece of flash fiction yourself or if you want to read what others have extrapolated from this photo prompt go to
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/7-november-2014/
Now on to the story:
Tonka
by JE Lillie
He bought me the set one Christmas: forty little matchbox cars in a black case
I was dazzled by the red fire engine and the “yellow taxi- shovel”.
“Thanks for the tonka trucks, Daddy!”
“Matchbox cars.” he corrected me with that thin-lipped expression I was so used to.
“Matchbox cars.” I returned chastened.
I played with them for days and was sad when Mommy took them away because I couldn’t have anything from “Him.”
I found the set in her attic after she died. I discovered then I could still cry for what had been stolen from my childhood.

Oh wow, Pastor J. This was excellent!
Touching tale.
Boy, Pastor J, this really hit close to home-meaning my childhood not my son’s.
Oh my gosh, why did you have to make it so sad?!
It just sort of came out that way. Hmm
A beautifully moving story
Thanks fort stopping by and reading!
Nice writing…:)
Thanks!