A broken toy ( 1 min read)

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 forΒ A Month of Mini Writing ChallengesΒ 2017( a story with a lesson in it)


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