The Good, the Bad and the Un-ordinary.
by Ambareesh Sr Ja
“Tell me a story”, she said lazily, sunrays moving like darts through her lazy bunch of silk hair.
“There aren’t any … more. I told them all!”, I got up chasing all the red ants up the trunk.
“Go find your own tree then. My tree- he needs stories”, she snuggled into the trunk, fitting her petite self perfectly.
“I don’t see why! He’s an ordinary tree”, I said smirking.
“See, that’s why. Tales told under this shade, that’s what makes him… un-ordinary?”
I threw a twig at her confused face. “That’s not even a word! You’re so stupid!”
“Go away. I’ll write him one on my own.”
I may too, I told myself.
-Sr Ja [15/10/2016]