The May #PhotoPrompt from Myths of the Mirror

#writeprompt: Trina and The Android at Saks

Trina first saw the android in the window of Saks Fifth Avenue.

It had golden gears, and a golden brown skin that sold separately.

Trina pulled out her bench and sat with her dolly, Madison.

‘He looks like Father?’ Trina said.

‘Your Father was shinier,’ replied Madison.

“Father twinkled like the moon on a windswept beach.”

Madison cringed and wrinkled her nose.

Trina continued: “Father was on a plane to Hawaii when the hurricanes struck. He went down like a meteor over Cher in Nantucket: poor father.”

“Why Cher in Nantucket?”

“She has the right syllables.”

Trina stood and moved the bench closer to the window.

‘The bot is browner than Father, but I rather like it.”

“Your Father didn’t have abs like that!”

Trina sat Madison on her lap. “How would you know!”

Madison giggled, “That day you left me in the bathroom; I watched
your Father take a bath.”

Trina was shocked and curious “Did you see ‘it’?”

‘What?’

“I guess not.”

“Your Father was hairy; that bot’s not hairy. Your father was old too.”

Trina opened her bag and pulled out a tea set.

Madison looked up in surprise: “Is that an elephant?”

Trina leapt to her feet: “It’s Anjana!” She hugged the elephant’s mighty trunk.

“And you’ve brought mice!

Seven mice dressed like dwarfs gazed up at Trina with quivering noses.

Anjana knelt and the mice scurried onto his back.

The android gazed at them blankly from the window of Saks Fifth Avenue.

“He looks like my Father,” said Trina.

“Where is your Father?” asked Anjana.

“He blew up during the First World War.”

Anjana raised his trunk and flicked a tear from his cheek, “How tragic.”

Madison rolled her eyes, “Some tea, Mr. Elephant?”

*

A week after Trina first spotted the android in the window of Saks Fifth Avenue he was gone.

She stared through her reflection in the window and wondered where he was.

The sky suddenly darkened and the shadow of a little boy stepped into view.

“Did you lose your boy again?” Trina asked.

The shadow boy sat on the sidewalk and sighed, “I lost my Father. He was a fighter pilot behind enemy lines in Atlanta. When Napoleon met his Waterloo; they shot him like a dog.”

Trina nodded sagely, “That’s exactly what happened to my Father.”

Madison scowled and popped a seam.

“Do you think he’ll come back to the window?” The little shadow boy sipped
his tea.

“I think he will.” Trina replied. “Let’s have a cupcake while we wait.

Rob Goldstein 2019

An illustration for a short fantasy inspired by the May #writingPrompt at Myths of the Mirror
Trina and Her Doll, Madison

I wrote this for the monthly #writingprompt from D. Wallace Peach

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71 thoughts on “#writeprompt: Trina and The Android at Saks

  1. A great fanciful story, Rob. Your pictures are always lovely. 😊 — Suzanne

  2. I enjoyed reading this story, Rob. I’m glad to see Trinia and the shadow boy. I was wondering what would happen to shadow boy from the last prompt and I was really glad to see him again.

  3. I love it, Rob! I must say the prompt is quite magnificent, but your imagination knows no bounds. Congratulations! ♥

      1. I’ve always enjoyed your blog posts but I assumed your main thing was graphics. Nice to know you’re a dab hand with words as well. 🙂

      2. I’ve always known you for your amazing graphics. How little we know, right? Glad to get to know you and your work better. 🙂

  4. Rob, you ran with this and hit new heights. I love it. I can see that it’s a smashing success with many others as well! Congratulations.
    I was thinking how fun it was that you brought Trina back. Then when Anjana came out I was gleeful.
    LOL, I hope poor Madison can get stitched up.
    The image is gorgeous and perfect for the story.
    You’re marvelous. Hugs on the wing.

    1. Thank you, Teagan. I wrote the first line when I saw Diana’s prompt but had no idea whee it was going. That’s the fun part of writing. I gave her a doll named Madison because I’m such a big fan of bad puns. 🙂

      1. Ha! My allergy hives must have reached my brain. I was too slow on the uptake. Of course, Dolly Madison! Ha! Yes, I love a pun too.
        Well, my friend, between this story and the previous one, you single-handedly inspired me to pick up Diana’s challenge. I spent the morning working on my own. It’s not nearly as good as yours. It is not really even a “story,” but once again I’m using it to help me work on a future novel. Whether or not I actually use it is another matter, but these help me get into book brain. I’ll be posting mine on Wednesday. More hugs.

      2. I’m glad you’re taking the challenge. I had an argument with myself over the use of that pun because it really is terrible but it’s consistent with Trina’s character.

  5. Very great, Rob!
    I seem to have fallen off many Follows, so find myself…re-following. I guess it’s a WP thing?

      1. Sigh!!! I just go with it! I just wish my email notifications would return. I’ve tried everything. It seems once gone, forever gone.

  6. This line really got to me, Rob: She stared through her reflection in the window and wondered where he was.
    I can feel the loss and sadness- well done!

  7. This is wonderful, Robert. What a lovely whimsical imagination you have. And very clever to mix in the characters from past prompts. The childlike conversation struck me as so true to life from when I worked with young children dealing with loss. Well done.

  8. Enchanting, Rob. I love how you linked all your stories for Diana’s challenge into this new story. ‘Madison scowled and popped a seam’ was my favourite line. I wonder if they will have a long wait for the android?

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