The Metal Giant

Everyday he stands staring into the light.

‘What can I have next,’ he asks. ‘Finish what you are eating first,’ we plead.
We jokingly threaten that we may have to put a padlock on, for his own safety. ‘No!!’ He yells, half believing us.

He had a school project last year.
‘When I was a baby, where was my favourite place?’
With Laughter, I reply
‘The Metal Giant in the kitchen you call the Fridge’

An Peann

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