My Lollipop

-This lollipop tastes funny.
That’s nice dear. What lollipop?

-This one.
But I didn’t give you a…

-I found it.
Where?

-Here.
Where is here?

-If you look at me, you’d see.
You got it from the floor?

-Yes.
Why?

-I was hungry.
If you’re hungry, then you ask mummy or daddy for something.

-I did. But then I found a lollipop.
I don’t think you did.

-But it’s on a stick?
It is. But I don’t think it’s a lollipop, Sweetie.

-What is it then?
That’s a good question. Could you give it to mummy?

-No. It’s my lollipop.


This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Often with over 100 people taking part.

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46 thoughts on “My Lollipop

  1. I don’t think mummy will be able to snatch it now. Too late.. it’s his lollipop already 😀 haha! Good take on the prompt.

  2. I like the rhythm of this. It reads like ‘rap’ and that’s exactly how mother/child dialogues can sound. Well done. I’ll have to remember to think of dialogue in terms of rhythm. I suppose it’s a sort of music.

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