A picture writing prompt combined with a random comment brought this little story to life through my fingers. It never ceases to amaze me what a mere fifteen or twenty minutes in the morning with other creatives can spark in me. Sometimes something profound, a poem or inspirational piece. Sometimes a lively and fun story for kids or adults.
And now, on to the story: Bobby's Big Break
Clinging precariously to the iron fence, Bobby eyed the patch of grass that stretched toward the Bookstore.
Could
he make it before that big Doberman came hurtling around the
corner? He sniffed the air. No scent of dog wafted toward him.
He
leaped as far as he could, landing at a dead run, scampered across the
grass, and up onto the porch. Barely pausing to catch his breath, he
clambered up the ivy near the door to position himself for the next
dare-devil maneuver.
Up the walkway skipped a little girl with her Mom in tow.
“I know you’re eager to see the new book, but slow down a bit! I can hardly keep up with you.”
“C’mon,
Mom! I want to make sure they’re not all gone,” said the little girl.
Her blonde curls bouncing, she tugged at her Mom’s hand, urging her to
go faster.
Bobbie
clung to the ivy, ready to pounce the moment they opened the door. Just
as they entered, he timed it perfectly before the door swung shut. He
jumped, swishing his tail aside quickly before the door caught it and
scampered under a table.
He spun around, peeping out carefully, eyeing the bookstore to make sure nobody had seen him.
Uh, oh! The little had girl caught the movement and turned to look right into his beady little eyes. Busted!
But
then, a grin spread across her face and she winked at him trying to suppress a grin. She turned and
tugged her Mom to a nearby table, picking up a book with beautiful
illustrations.
“This
is it, Mom!” she said, holding the book to her chest with a huge grin. “ 'THE ACORN AND
THE OAK’! They have it, we got here in time.” She jumped up and
down with glee, her Mom chuckling at her enthusiasm.
“All right, calm down, we’ll get it. But I want to look for a book for myself. Just give me a minute,” said Mom.
When
she turned away, the little girl peeked back over at Bobby. He slowly
moved closer to the table that held the books, his gaze going between the
book she held and the table holding only two more books.
Tipping her head sideways, she whispered “Do you want one of these books, too?”
He
stopped, stood on his hind legs, and nodded vigorously. With a stifled
giggle, she slid her prized book across the floor to him. He hopped
quickly forward, grabbed the book, and tugged it under a table.
Reverently
he opened the cover and began to read. The little girl watched for a
moment, joy lighting her face. Finally, she stood up and reached for
another copy of the book.
Where
were they? NO! They couldn’t be gone already, could they? Frantically
she pushed books around the table, searching. Tears gathered in her eyes
as she saw two kids her age clutching copies of the book and standing
in line at the checkout.
She
sank to the floor, chin quivering, unable to stop the wet flow down her
cheeks. She tried to keep her sobs silent, but someone heard her,
anyway. Looking up through a haze of tears she saw Bobby. He pulled the
book to her lap and hopped onto her shoulder.
Sniffing, she offered a watery smile. Then she opened the book and began to read. Together. With her new friend.
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so awesome Linda... and yay Jessica
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