Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers –  Child Like 


Caleb had been floating in a raft at sea for days. He thought he was dreaming when his raft washed up on a sandy beach. When he awoke, it was nighttime and he needed to drink water.

Caleb rose haphazardly to his knees and began to shuffle through the foliage. A purple glow grew brighter as he walked until it was almost blinding him. Looking up to the blackness of the star lit sky, he noticed that all around him were palm trees. They were massive and appeared to be lit with purple, white, and pink light.

Caleb walked until he was barely touching one of the lit trees. He slowly laid his hand onto one tree and the colours that lit the tree shot through his body. Caleb felt his aching bones healing, felt the ravages of the open sea disappearing from his gaunt form. He felt happy and full of laughter.

Caleb let go of the tree when children came running out of little palm leaf huts towards him. A little girl with curly hair touched his nose and laughed. Caleb looked at his hands, they were a small child’s hands. “I’m a child” he wondered.

“We’re all children. We are stuck at our best age in childhood. The year we loved the most,” the girl said.

Caleb joined a group of kids, playing red-rover. It was so much fun. The little girl with curls pretended to get caught at his arm and she grabbed his hand. “See” she started “we’re adults stuck in our kid bodies forever, were in a kind of Neverland. The trees have made us immortal children.” Caleb was disturbed by this but the price of immortality wasn’t apparent to him until much later in his life as a child.


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