Trolling Through A Memory


They were called Wishniks or trolls
Edema faces
Empty souls
Marble eyes, plastic skin
Drew me with their childish grins
We grow and throw too many things
Then long for their return
They gave me pleasure…
I grew up…
Did I thank them….?

It is quadrille  Monday at . Exactly 44 words excluding the title. Today the prompt word is troll.  I had trolls in the mid to late 60’s of every size from the giant ones to the eraser heads. I wonder what ever happened to them and wish I had them again.

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About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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10 Responses to Trolling Through A Memory

  1. Gina says:

    my kids had them and they were all over the house, when they outgrew them, they were pssed on. now the daughter asks why i never kept them!! LOL!!

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  2. Beverly Crawford says:

    One wonders why a child would ever have wanted one! Thanks for the memories!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice lines: “We grow and throw too many things
    Then long for their return” I never had one of these, but there are many things I threw away and wish I didn’t.


  4. I had one too… everyone had them… wonder if there is a landfill of trolls somewhere.


  5. lynn__ says:

    I played with troll dolls too…so ugly they were cute!

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