Sunday, 26 December 2021

 

The Gift



“Stop, stop….” the kid shouted. The car stopped.

“What happened?”

“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?”

“Kid?”

“…. 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.’

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 A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 103

17 comments:

  1. Dear Arora,

    Now that will have the kid's father wondering, won't it? Cute story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. when we grow up, we stop dreaming like a kid. thanks.

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  2. Take that, dad! This was delightful, Arora!

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  3. Great story with a fun ending! Never stop dreaming! Anne from annehiga.com

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    1. we stop being kids and miss the fun of life. thanks

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  4. The wizard's magical mysterious talents have no end.

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  5. ... dreams do can true. Fun story.

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  6. Dreams do come true!
    So lovely! :)
    Happy New Year.

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  8. We could all use a little wizard magic in our lives.

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    1. we could if only remained innocent like kids. thanks

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