The Wish

‘Grandpa, I wish I could fly like them,’ the child raised his little finger upwards.

‘Me too,’ grandpa said wistfully.

‘If the apostles could grant me one wish, I would….with their blessings…fly….. I mean.’

‘Let’s enter into a secret pact, you and me, a pact not to be ever broken. I will teach you to fly, like a bird. But you have to pay a price. You will have to stay with me; for some weeks.  It takes time; I can’t push you hard, you are just a little kid.’

‘But grandpa we are leaving in two days.’

The old man looked up and said nothing.

‘But when I am big enough to take care of us, maybe I will come and stay with you.’

The old man couldn’t gloss over the reality. He could feel a buzz deep within; it hurt.

The old man laughed, a bit loudly, ‘Give me a hug and let’s go out and enjoy some cherry pies.’

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A post for Sunday’sWhirigig

Word prompts-apostle, blessing, broken, gloss, buzz, hug, pact, push, price, hard, care, pies.

Flash Fiction forAspiring Writers on a picture prompt.

Word count 162