“How big is forever?” Emily asked.
“Forever is as big as Always,” smiled her mother.
Emily frowned. “I mean, how BIG is it?”
“Forever isn’t always big, Emily. It can also be very tiny.”
Little Emily rested her chin on the table and fiddled with the salt shaker. It fell over with a thunk and she sighed.
“I thought forever was big,” she insisted.
“Look,” said her mother sitting beside her, “see the salt that spilled? It’s very tiny.”
“Salt isn’t Forever.”
“Are you sure?”
Emily squinted at it.
“Do you forget its flavor?”
“No,” said Emily and suddenly smiled.
MS Word Count: 100
This is a creative writing piece for the Friday Drabble.
Copyright Jean Mishra 2012