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Word Count: 100

“BEST PRESENT EVER!!!”, shrieked Anne.

I loved her pink, shiny bike. “Great!”, I said, trying to sound cheerful. “You’ll get one when you’re as old as Anne, kiddo”, said Dad. I felt sadder.

That night, I sneaked into the garage. Suddenly, there was a flash of light. “Knew it!”, whispered Dad, shocking me.

He walked towards me, pulling out something from his pocket. “Here, Blueberry lollipop. Your favorite”, he said. I took it from him, teary eyed.

The garage echoed with my cry, “Why can’t I have a bike?”, as Dad scooped me in his arms and carried me home.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

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38 thoughts on “The present”

  1. Oh, the cruelty of childhood, especially to be the younger sibling. This story just yanked at my heartstrings. Wonderfully written. Enjoyed reading it. 🙂 ❤

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  4. It is so hard getting it right for siblings of various ages. So I hope that dad is building a bike for her in his garage 🙂

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  5. So cute!! 😀
    I was that kid though. I was supposed to get one at 5. But my older brother got badly hurt and then i couldn’t get a bike anymore! No, youngest siblings don’t always get their way, I’m proof

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    1. I think I can understand that. Although, I do love using my brother’s old stuff. But I’m sure that the older siblings would have some thing to complain about too.

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  8. Cute story.I am sure that the loving and caring dad has planned the bike for his cute daughter.She will get it when she can handle it with care.

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      1. It was and it wasn’t. I have a brother and four sisters, but I was a starved baby suffering from mom’s neglect so my aunt & uncle raised me from the time I was three-months old. I had siblings in the summer and for Christmas holidays. I missed them very much other times. And they were jealous of the stuff I got because I was the only one my “parents” were buying for. It was a crazy set-up, really.

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          1. It was an odd situation. My Aunt & Uncle weren’t happy together — my uncle seemed so bitter. I think he did care, deep down, but all we saw on the surface was irritation and verbal abuse. They had one son twelve years older, but dad honestly had no use for boys, not his son and not my brother either, whenever he was around.
            My aunt worked all those years and couldn’t afford babysitters, so I was left to raise myself. When my siblings came we ran wild about the city. 🙂 Cousins who knew the situation wondered why A&U ever kept me. But it was as it was.

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  10. It’s so difficult to wait for things to come when you’re a child, time seems endless and the adults’ ‘soon’ is an eternety. Love the story.

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