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
Dear Arora,
ReplyDeleteNow that will have the kid's father wondering, won't it? Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
when we grow up, we stop dreaming like a kid. thanks.
DeleteTake that, dad! This was delightful, Arora!
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by
DeleteGreat story with a fun ending! Never stop dreaming! Anne from annehiga.com
ReplyDeletewe stop being kids and miss the fun of life. thanks
DeleteFun as a story.
ReplyDeletethanks
DeleteThe wizard's magical mysterious talents have no end.
ReplyDeletethanks for the comments
Delete... dreams do can true. Fun story.
ReplyDeleteDreams do come true!
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! :)
Happy New Year.
thanks and happy new year
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ReplyDeleteWe could all use a little wizard magic in our lives.
ReplyDeletewe could if only remained innocent like kids. thanks
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