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)

24 thoughts on “A broken toy ( 1 min read)

  1. Wow
    Beautiful!!

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    1. 😊😊glad you liked it. Thank you

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    1. 😊😊 hehe thank you

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    1. Thank you πŸ™

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  2. This is very Nice. :))

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    1. Thank you πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you πŸ˜‡

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    1. Thank you 😊

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    1. Thank you 😊

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  3. Wah… surrealist…well written…

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    1. πŸ˜‡ thank you

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    1. 😊😊 thank you

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  4. Very succinctly written and yet very powerful…

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    1. πŸ™‚ thank you so much

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  5. Innocence speaks a thousand words sometimes

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    1. Yes and sometimes wise words

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