“That's irrelevant.”
Albert Einstein* #quote
Remember to not forget that thing that you remembered. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Harry's Tower
Little baby Harry saw his daddy stack his toy blocks into a tower
once. Harry loved the tower, all big and tall and made by his daddy.
He wanted to make a tower just like it and be just as smart and
strong as daddy. Harry worked his best to remember how his daddy
built the tower and began his work.
He grabbed the C and dragged it in front of him. Then he grabbed the
B block with his left arm. His pudgy fingers dropped the block. It
tumbled. Harry resisted crying. He didn't want help and he wanted to
make daddy proud. He tried again with a tighter grip. It didn't work.
When he pulled the C block along the ground there was no gravity to
fight. But here he had to fight gravity. He used both arms this time.
His fat palms smashed into both sides of the B block and he raised it
above the C block and set it down.
He looked at the A block. He put his hands on it like he did the B
block but he soon realized as he raised the block that his arms could
not reach high enough to place it on top. He thought he couldn't
finish. That the tower would never be complete. Then he remembered
that special thing he did with the help of his daddy. He remembered
standing.
Harry moved around his body trying to figure out how to do it on his
own. Eventually he started to rise, his developing legs pushing him
from the ground. These muscles felt sore, he'd only began to use
them. But by rising his body, just barely, with all strength in his
tiny body he managed to place the block atop the tower.
He looked at it in awe, but soon decided it was time for a nap.
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