The Favorite One

She was the muse.

He asked her to sit beside him

and he told her that the seat is only for her.

So she sat on that seat. In the morning

and in the afternoon.

You see, he kept his promise that she is the muse. The muse

of the trips and the muse of the bus.

She was the favorite one. She was happy to see the world on the front seat.

Then he told her to keep a secret from her parents or else she would

lose her throne.

And then he did it and she did not have any idea…

She was only 6 years old.

 

This is my take on The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Muse.

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