I sat down on a wooden bench in the farthest corner of the park. I looked down at my hands. They’d gotten wet wiping off my tears.
‘Hello,’ the voice emerged out of nowhere. I looked up.
There stood a tiny boy a few steps away, ‘did someone break your toy?’ He frowned.
I forced a smile, ‘I myself am broken,’ and sniffled hard.
He scrunched his nose, ‘even my most favorite toy is broken…so what?’
He added with a grin, ‘maybe you’re also God’s favorite toy…,’ he turned around and ran away into the dark.
Written by Chirasree Bose for A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017( a story with a lesson in it)
Wow
Beautiful!!
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😊😊glad you liked it. Thank you
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kya baat hai 👍
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😊😊 hehe thank you
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Really Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙏
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This is very Nice. :))
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you 😇
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Great
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Lovely lines!!!
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Wah… surrealist…well written…
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😇 thank you
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Welcome…
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Simple lessons 😊
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😊😊 thank you
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Very succinctly written and yet very powerful…
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🙂 thank you so much
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🙂
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Innocence speaks a thousand words sometimes
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Yes and sometimes wise words
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