Amanda came running into the house that her father and mother were looking at and excitedly asked, “Daddy, can we buy this house?”
“Do you like this house?” he asked her.
“Oh yes,” Amanda said. “There’s a playhouse in the backyard, Daddy. It looks like a Hansel and Gretel house.”
“Is it made out of candy and treats?” Amanda’s father asked her.
“Daddy, don’t be silly,” Amanda laughed. “But it looks like a storybook cottage. Come see.”
As it turned out, Amanda’s parents bought the house with the playhouse in the backyard. It came with a small table and chairs and shelves on the walls, and Amanda moved her dolls and stuffed animals onto the shelves and set up her tea set on the table. She would go to the playhouse every day to play tea party with her dolls, stuffed animals, and her imaginary friend.
Until one day when she came running into the house it tears. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” her mother asked.
“She tore apart my dolls and stuffed toys,” Amanda cried.
“Who did?” her mother asked.
“My friend who lives in the playhouse.”
Amanda’s mother followed Amanda to the playhouse and looked inside, and screamed.
Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Top photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Old hag image credit: Google Images.