It’s Friday! Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week.
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As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort.
Bert had lost count of the times he’d told Sophie not to touch the tools on his workbench. She was only five and adored her Daddy, but the garage was his space, and he didn’t need little girls distracting him. However, with Moira having to work the extra shifts since he’d been laid off, he didn’t have much choice as they couldn’t afford a minder.
Moira put on an air of acceptance but he knew otherwise, as both bitterly resented the way things had turned out and the false hope of a new job for him every time he put an application form in the post. It wasn’t that he was afraid to work or couldn’t, just that his field of expertise was no longer required thanks to computers, apps, and fancy software which made his designing skills obsolete.
Sophie was contentedly playing on the floor, her frilly knickers dirty with dust and her socks askew on her chubby legs. His heart warmed with love and he stopped what he was doing to simply watch her.
She’d picked up a piece of scrap wood and was talking to it as if it was a close and loyal friend.
Kids loved to tell their toys secrets, hell, he knew he had as a boy and he sat back to listen to her one sided conversation.
‘My Daddy is so clever, ‘ she confided, ‘ he can make things’, then added in a whisper ‘ but at the moment he’s a bit confused.‘
She cuddled the wood to her chest then held it aloft and the way the light caught it, gave Bert an idea.
Clearing his bench, he grabbed a pad and pencil and started to draw.
‘Can I draw too Daddy?’ Sophie asked tugging at his trousers.
‘Of course sweetheart,’ he said giving her a sheet of paper and a red pencil.
The two continued in companionable silence, and when Bert looked down, Sophie was asleep on the mat with her piece of wood tucked under her arm, her scribbles at her side. He covered her with her blanket and set to work.
Two hours later, a hobby horse stood against the wall ready for varnishing. Bert had made the most of the contours and shape to bring out the natural beauty of the grain.
Sophie stirred and the first thing she saw was the hobby horse.
She put her piece of wood beside it and turned round with a huge grin on her face.
‘Daddy and baby,’ she announced.
Bert felt he had turned a corner, he just had to find a market for hand crafted toys.