By Coco Jane
Today was no fun. We had church on a Wednesday. Matteo and I had to dress up.
Daddy held me for a long time. People came by, like a parade. They shook Grandpa’s hand and hugged Mommy. That made us late going in. Everybody was already singing.
There was a big box. Flowers too. People were crying, even Matteo. I fell asleep.
Daddy said, “Good-bye, Shirley.” Matteo said, “Good-bye, Grandma.” I dunno why. Grandma wasn’t even there.
We went outside. Daddy wouldn’t let us play. People kept crying, even though it was sunny out.
We went inside for cake.
Weird day.
Nice one, Coco Jane. You did a great job of telling it from a child’s point of view.
Thanks!
This was modeled after a longer story with a slightly older child.
Well written story. The story unfolded with the correct language usage of the character’s POV, good use of the words to portray the mind of a child. The story also brought forth images from long, long ago in my own life, thoughts I had not been able to express.
Glad you like it, b.
Well flowing story. A child’s thoughts perfectly captured.
Thanks!
Well done. Sweet innocence. Nicely told.
Why does the world have to change when we grow up? Great story, Coco. Please keep ’em coming.
The innocence of youth, simply stated. I’ve seen it in my own children’s eyes and seen it fade as they grow. Sometimes I think there isn’t anything sadder in this world. Very well done Coco (as always).
Thanks, David. Looking forward to seeing your work here, too.