Pickles?

Its night time and the boss and his wife are in the house. No noise could be heard from where I’m situated. Its cold tonight and I don’t have any fur like the persistent yet curious cat, or any hair like the bosses.

I am just here.

A gift past from one generation to the next, an old model standing alone through all the storms the earth has to give.

Waiting…

Its day time now and the soft yet cold snow of the previous night are set on my eyes. The bosses are awake I can’t sense, but I can see the lights are already on in what they call a ‘home’ , but for me rather looks like an exterior safety hat.

The warm sun after the snow warms my exterior safety, but doesn’t warm my insides. The bosses seems to be late for something and I wonder if today would be like any other day whereas the bosses fight and scream at each other. Some days though they don’t and it feels like a soft blanket touching my exterior.

Before their first child were born they were happy and ‘in love’ or so they called it for me rather it seemed as though they were stuck to each other and needed a rope and some strong engine to pull them apart. But now it seems after two children they need some rope to tie them back together again. They are not as happy as they were the day they got me, but yet rather mean when it comes to me or so it seems for I am just here. Standing alone.

Waiting…

The bosses come out of the house and the youngest child motions to me.

“No Molly don’t touch Pickles his sick and filthy.”

The one boss says.

I want to scream and moan, but nothing happens. Like I said I’m only here standing alone.

Waiting…

Days past and days come yet the bosses don’t even acknowledge me. The persistent cat only sits on me and tells me how I have neglected the family. I feel as though I want to cry, but the water for my tears has run dry.

The oldest kid never comes outside and when he does he kicks me with the round thing that the humans call “a ball”. It hurts every time he kicks me and every time the bosses see but doesn’t help me. I want to ask them why? , but they don’t understand me they don’t even acknowledge me. So now I am just here standing alone.

Waiting…

I think back to the first week the bosses got me they use to treat me with such respect and honour. Now it seems those days are gone. Those were the days they use to take me with to the beach and wash me and keep me warm. The days when they would laugh, cry and then fill me with lots of sensational smells. Then day got their first child…

Things were great not as great as it used to be , they were a little too hard on me to hurry and to get to places they were a little more stressed and little less respectful with me. Some days they would forget to keep me warm other days they would make my insides so filthy I stank like that for weeks on weeks before eventual the one boss decide to get me cleaned once a week. That wasn’t enough for me, because I needed love from my bosses and not complete stranger.

When Sam got 11 the bosses got another baby. Her name was Molly. She was a sweet little thing for she would argue with Sam when he made me filthy and argue with the bosses when they were too hard on me, but as she got older she started to forget the rules she set and started to adapt to the same principles as the bosses and Sam.

When the day came that I had enough and stood firm on my place the bosses kicked me, Sam screamed and Molly just cried.

I had enough of their nonsense and wanted the family to be tied back together with rope, but that didn’t happen. The boss didn’t like this and took me to the doctor. They changed all my insides and made me work again or should I rather say forced me to work again.

The things I saw and heard at the doctor made my exterior and interior hurt and soon I felt as though I’m just an object.

When I saw the bosses later on, I were happy, but they didn’t seem to care to know that I’m okay and pushed me hard again. I didn’t want to move and rejected their push, then remember what one of the words I heard at the doctor.

“They don’t care about us they only care for where we can’t take them.”

I hiccupped and suddenly out of loss of concentration went into a tree.

Sam was inside of me at that moment and the whole family witnessed it.

For now they don’t climb in me they don’t touch me they don’t acknowledge me.

I’m just waiting…

It’s been six weeks now since Sam kicked me, Molly motioned to me and the bosses didn’t acknowledge me. I’m standing here just an object for them in the cold in the rain in the sun in the heat.

Waiting…

Molly hasn’t looked at me again without crying and I know the bosses should have told her, but here I am just standing here waiting.

The sirens blare.

I know the time is coming.

They hook me onto the truck and harm my exterior again.

Its hurt, but what hurts most is the memories that will be forgotten. For they don’t care I’m only an object.

The bosses sign the document for me to get ripped apart.

Sam is nowhere in sight nor the persistent cat.

Then it catches my eye. The keychain on my starting stick, it read pickles our lovey car.