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Memories. Visits to my grandma’s. Exploring the toy cupboard.
Books there since before the war. Toys too. Cars, push and go. Vrrroom, vrrroom, vrrroom.
And the monkey drummer, complete with key. How I loved to wind it up and let it play. Tat-tat-tat-tat.
Other toys too that my grandpa had made using wood. The acrobat and the dancing man.
But always I’d come back to that drummer. Made of metal, no batteries required, just that key. Fine, just don’t wind it too far. That was the one drawback of clockwork. One wind too many silenced that drummer for ever.
99 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Clockwork
