STORYBOOK DREAMS
Flash fiction
One night a little girl
by the name of Rose decided to crawl into her book.
She wanted to meet the
characters. Rose waited till after bed when the moon was shining through her
window.
Keeping very quiet she crept
out of her bed and went over to where her bookshelf was.
With both hands Rose
pulled out the heavy hardcover book and plopped it on the floor.
Like magic is fell open
onto a page that almost glowed.
Rose stood in awe as she
could feel a breeze come out from the book. She came closer and looked in and
could see a field with a steam running by it.
A tree with red leaves
stood tall nearby. Some of the red leaves were whirling around in the air.
Then something came
toward her and she stood back and watched a cluster of red balloons come
floating up and they hovered in front of her as if they wanted her to take
them.
So she did. They pulled
her into the book and now she was standing on a hill with silky green grass
tickling her legs.
Rose smiled and looked
around. “Where am I?” she said out loud to whoever might hear.
“Why you are in the land
of book dreams, my dear.”
Rose looked hard to see
who had answered her. Then over the hill flew a large butterfly with different
shades of red. He glimmered in the low sun.
The red butterfly landed
on a nearby clump of daisies that were swaying in the strong breeze. He really
had to hang on to not be blown away.
“Who are you?” asked
Rose. “I don’t remember you in any of my stories.”
The red butterfly who had
finally managed to hold himself still for a moment looked at her with his tiny
black bead eyes. “I certainly am there. I flutter about where ever I want to go
and whatever story I feel like it.”
“I see,” said Rose. “Where
then are the characters of my stories? Is Buffy bunny here and my favorite fluffy
kitty-Suki here somewhere? I would love to meet them.”
The red butterfly swung
low to the ground from the breeze but managed to hang on. ”I believe they are
in over there but they don’t like wind much. But don’t fret, the wind will die
down soon. We can have a picnic.”
Rose clapped her hands.
It wasn’t long when the
wind did soften and Rose got her wish.
Buffy the bunny and fluffy
kitty-Suki came bounding out over the hill. Along with them came more, another
little girl came with them. She looked like a rag doll but she could run fast.
She came up to Rose and
swung her around all excited.
The red butterfly cleared
his throat and everyone turned their attention to him.
“This is Rose everyone.
She is here to have a picnic with us.”
They all clapped and got
ready. The rag girl that Rose had called Kally, laid out a red and white
checkered cloth for them to sit on.
Buffy bunny set out
mismatched tea cups. Suki set a cake in the middle that Rose didn’t where it
had come from.
They all sat down and the
red butterfly lit down on the cloth. They found a stone to lay on top of the
string to hold the balloons.
The cake was strawberry and
everyone got their fingers sticky.
The rag doll had more
napkins though and went down to the creak dipped them in so everyone could
clean up.
Rose had a lovely time
but now was falling asleep. It was time for her to go to bed.
The rag doll Kally took
her by the hand and took her back tucking her into bed.
“Sweet dreams, and we
will have another picnic with more friends.”
Rose hugged her own rag
doll and drifted off and dreamt of the red butterfly telling her stories.
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