arbynielle

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A short story I wrote and made into a children’s book. For a dear friend.

“Untitled” (Still figuring it out)

There once was a boy with a very full pocket, and inside that pocket he carried sunshine.

On his walk into town he saw a girl crying.
He stopped to ask her why she was so sad.
She told him her flowers wouldn’t grow.

So he reached into his pocket and handed her some sunshine.
She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, then skipped her way home.

The next day he saw her waiting at the same spot.
She said the sunshine she had given wasn’t enough and that she needed more.
So he reached into his pocket and handed her some sunshine.
She smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and skipped her way home.

The boy was happy to have made a new friend.
So everyday for a week he would give her his sunshine to help her flowers grow because he thought - that’s what you do for people you love.

By the end of the week his pocket had become dark and empty.
When he told the girl she just turned around and walked away.

From then on the boy walked to town alone.
The boy had lost his friend.
The boy had given away all his sunshine.

He found himself sitting on a bench outside of the ice cream parlor, with an empty pocket and a frown on his face.

Then a hand with a cone appeared in front of him.
A girl was handing him a cone.

She sat down beside him and asked the boy what was wrong.
He told her he had given all of his sunshine away and would never get it back.

She smiled, then reached into her tiny pocket.
She handed him half of her sunshine.
She told him that - sunshine was only worth it if you have someone to share it with.

He smiled at his new friend and thought - because that’s what you do for people you love.