No, not Freddy the Pig this time. This time, I’m talking about this beautiful chalk pig who is at least as old as I am. Yes, that’s pretty damn old.
Her name is Rosie, and I’ve loved her all my life. She belongs to Mom, and lives in Mom’s bedroom, between the bathroom door and the bedroom television.
Pig o’ My Heart
Don’t ask me why, when so many things have been lost or discarded along life’s meandering path, we still have and treasure this pig of painted chalk, but we do. The Japanese would probably say she now has a living spirit, and I wouldn’t want to say they’re wrong. If she does, I think it’s a very very nice one.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Give your main character an odd thing to have kept from childhood or family past.