Writers often use various prompts as a way to enhance writing skills. For this prompt, I was given the task to select an object from my home and write about it. Here’s the story I came up with after spotting the brown, cinnamon-scented broom in the corner of my dining room:

 

The Little Brown Broom

The little wooden broom sat in the dark, dusty corner. It waited. And waited. And waited. But no one appeared. So there it sat, in the dark, dusty corner. Just waiting.

The days turned into weeks. The weeks into months, and still, the little broom patiently waited. Then one day, it happened! A pair of bright emerald eyes spotted the little brown broom. “What are you doing in this dark, dusty corner?” The eyes blinked on the face of an ebony-haired girl as she spoke. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for!”
The little brown broom quivered with excitement. “You’re exactly who I’ve been waiting for!” he thought.

The young girl cradled the little brown broom in her arms. “Let’s get you all cleaned up,” she said. With great care, she began to wipe away months and months of dirt and dust. Cough. Cough. Achooo!

Finally, Little Brown Broom felt as shiny and new as an old wooden broom could feel. “Let’s see what you can do,” the little girl said.

Little Brown Broom was bursting with excitement. But as they walked outside, he grew nervous. All eyes were on him and his dark-haired friend. Little Brown Broom began to tremble.

“It’s okay,” the little girl spoke softly. “I believe in you. You can do this.” Little Brown Broom didn’t want to let the little girl down so he mustered up all the courage he could. “I can do this,” he thought.

The little girl closed her eyes and spoke, “Little broom, lift me high. Carry me, to the sky.” She released the little brown broom but he fell to the ground. Everyone laughed and Little Brown Broom blushed.

“You can do it. I know you can,” the little girl reassured him as she picked him up. Once again, she said, “Little broom, lift me high. Carry me, to the sky.” This time, something happened. He was floating! “I did it!” Little Brown Broom thought to himself. Confident, he picked up the little girl and she repeated, “Little broom, lift me high. Carry me, to the sky!”

Together, the little brown broom and the little girl flew high into the moonlit sky. There, they joined all the other little witches as they flew high over the town. “You’re the best broom ever!” the little girl said. Little Brown Broom beamed. Some things are definitely worth waiting for!