“Stop, stop….” the kid shouted. The car stopped.
“He was there?” he pointed to a tall building. “I saw him, he was waving at me.”
“Who? Who was there?” papa was annoyed. They were already late.
“The Wizard…. Wizard of Oz.”
“No, not again. Please stop reading that book. You already read it ten times.”
“You think it makes me addled brained?”
“…. he was there.”
They finally reached their home.
“What’s that?” the kid pointed to the Christmas tree near the door.
It surprised him. They hadn’t ordered it.
There was a card too, ‘Keep dreaming, Kid. The Wizard.’
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 103