Short Story for Kids written by: Olga Blázquez Sánchez.
Once upon a time…
There was a Kid who did not believe in stories about magic. The world had became a mixture of pavement and cement. Everything was gray; fumes, metals and concrete skyscrapers.
The kid, to whom everybody called Walt, went to school everyday automatically.
Used to leave his house, cross a zebra crossing when the traffic light was green, walk in front of a bakery, in front of a fruit shop, turn right, and after ten steps, on the left, used to walk twenty steps straight a head before reaching the school´s door. Doing the same day after day, day after day…
The way back home was similar or even more monotonous. Making his homework; pencil, rubber and paper. And going to sleep every day, knowing that the next day will be identical to the day before.
But, one night, without knowing very well, why. Walt had a dream. He had not dreamed in ages. Acording to responsible people, according to adults, dreams were not useful.
Because dreaming is not productive, doesn´t generate money. That is the reason why Walt was used to not dreaming. Well, for what?. Nevertheless, that night, he dreamed, dreamed strongly, with his eyes tightly closed.
A magician appeared in his dream, silly thing! a magician…it was clear, magician did not exist. Magic was an invention of people from the past. Now the world was gray and serious. Now, the world was a perfect machine that generated identical days.
The magician in his dream had been clear:
-”Walt, escape from this world of crazy people and come back to the magic good sense: colors exist, reality is not mathematically designed. Many things can happen at the magic site”.
Just at that moment the alarma clock sounded.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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