Short Story Saturday
"What's the matter? Hug?"
"No!"
Beads of tears stream down his chubby cheeks
"What's wrong? What do you want?"
He points up at the counter where there are books, pens, my phone and their tablets
"Do you want the book?"
"Book?"
"Yes?"
"No!"
He continues to point
"Do you want my phone?"
"Mine?"
"It's not yours, it's mummy's"
He points again
"Ohh.. do you want the tablet?"
"Yeah" he says and nods
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