Day 260 - Forgotten Toy

 FORGOTTEN TOY

Prompt - Forgotten Toy : Write from the perspective of a forgotten or lost toy

He'll be back soon.  He wouldn't let me down.  I'm too important to him.  He needs me, I know because he said so.  Like he said I was the most important one in his whole world.  How could he leave me?

But it has been a long time.  I don't have a watch - well, I wouldn't, would I? -so I couldn't say how long.  But it's been longer than he's been parted from me before.  He'll be worrying, and I don't like to think about that.  

Some one did pick me up.  A woman I'd never seen before.  She turned to her companion and said "Some poor kid'll be missing this, eh?  I guess we'd best leave it here in case they come back for it.  Looks well loved anyway."

And I am.  There's a couple of balding patches to show that.  I don't mind, shows how much I'm appreciated.  How well I'm doing my job.  To be happiness.  To be comfort.  To be a friend, a necessity, a cuddle.  What's more important than a cuddle?

There was a girl who looked at me, reached out, but was stopped by her mother.  Told I was someone else's, told not to touch, she wouldn't know where I'd been.  But why would she?  And she wanted me, I could see that.  Of course she did.  I'm cute.  I'm adorable.  I'm soft and squidgy and good to be with and to hold.  I'm fun.

So who could resist and thirty six centimetre hugh blue elephant with big black eyes and flappy ears?  With a trunk that swings and can playfully slap and swirl?  With soft pink feet that give me that vulnerable look?  I'm gorgeous.

I'm also alone.  And it's getting dark.  I should be home with Thomas.  We should be together.  But how do I get there?  Who can help me?  Why haven't they...

"Ellie!  You're here!"  Thomas was here!  He was running towards me.  He tripped, fell down, got up, rushed on, leaving his mother behind.  I jumped up and down and smiled and yelled.  In my head.  He grabbed me, held me close, tears in his eyes.

"There, I told you we'd find him.  Now, can we home and get you to bed?"  Thomas held me, his mother held him, and we were on our way to the car.  And home.

I knew he wouldn't let me down.