Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the prompts are supplied by Cindi and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are: something entirely unexpected: 

1- Look around and choose an object in the room. 
2- Now write something from the point of view of that object. 

I'm not sure how to say this, I'm not a talker, I don't have a voice, like a clock or a radio, I don't make sound of any kind, I'm not something useful, like a cabinet or a chair, but I do have colours so I am something pretty, to be looked at and admired. I don't remember much about the years before I came to this person. There was an original unpacking, many years ago, then I was assembled and placed on a shelf with a price tag on my base. After that I was packed into a box again and taken out inside a house where I stood on a small table beside a couch for a very long time.   

Then one day I got knocked over and parts of me broke off. I was put away in a box in a garage along with other broken things and it was often dark in there and all of us broken things just sat there getting dusty and cobwebby for a very long time. Then a large man came one day and all of our boxes with us in them were taken outside into the sun where we were dusted off and examined. Some of the things got thrown into a dumpster which was already half filled with things I used to see inside the house. The man looked me over and found my missing pieces in the bottom of the box. He tried to fit them on me, but the tiny connections were missing. And my base wasn't with me either. He fixed a couple of pieces in place with very thin wire, but some of my scalloped panels had small bits broken out and lost.

I was put into another box with a few other things and taken out to the footpath where a lot of possibly still useful things already were. I sat there for days in the hot sun, in the cool night and even through one rainy day. And then the people came, on foot and in cars, looking through all the piles in front of all the houses and taking the things they wanted. I got picked up and put into a shopping trolley and had a towel wrapped around me. We trundled along the bumpy footpath until at last he unloaded me again and I could see I was somewhere new, in a carport with lots of lovely green plants and a couple of chairs. 

I was washed off and dried, then taken inside. The lady of the house loved me, even though my copper metal parts were tarnished and no longer gleaming. Even my broken panels didn't matter. She found a base where the original shade had been broken worse than I was and fitted me onto it, then she fitted in a light bulb and plugged it into the outlet to see how we looked. She declared me beautiful and I was positioned on the same stand where I still sit now, although we have moved to a new home, she brought me with her. It's been over a dozen years now, and I still light up her life every day. 

I even still sit on the same thick book to get a little extra height. Part of my new base has been painted black and so has the ornamental screw on top that holds me to my new base.