Wonder
This flash fiction is written in response to the sixtieth edition of Fiction Monday hosted on Reflections by Vinitha Dileep. I chose the word prompt, “wonder”. If you like it, do say so in the comments. I would love to hear from you.
Wonder
She was just four. It was her birthday. She wondered if she would get any gifts. Would her parents give her a doll? Or would they just buy her some new clothes? Mamma would definitely bake a cake.
Just then her mother came and hugged her. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!” she said as she handed her a gift wrapped parcel. It was flat and slim and didn’t rattle when she shook it. “What is it?” she asked.
“Open it and see”, her mother smiled.
She opened it and found a book . Her first ever story book. She immediately started reading it, lost in the wonder of fairies and dragons and elves.
Today at fifty seven when she was decluttering her books, she came across it again and it still held the same sense of wonder as it had when she was a child.
Suzana
I like when kids love books. And when I see them reading. And not because they are told to do so, but just because they discover this fascinating universe and they enjoy exploring it.
Thank you for the story. Have a fabulous weekend.
Sunita
True. When it is forced it becomes a chore. When they love it, it is an adventure
Vinitha
I can see the image vividly through your words, Sunita. Books from our childhood carry a treasure trove of memories.
Sunita
This was the very first book I got for my own. The first book I read on my own at the age of 4. It was magic. The love story with books has never ended
Corinne Rodrigues
Oh wow! The memories. I guess we were all started off on Enid Blyton, no?
Modern Gypsy
Oh, those childhood books!! I still pull them out sometimes when I go home and remember again the magic of childhood fairy tales!