Fiction Friday: The Journey
“It’s a historical path.”
“Couldn’t we go to a historical beach?”
“We have beaches at home. Here we walk roads that were built hundreds of years ago.”
Gus huffed and moaned, and puffed and groaned.
“Never despise a difficult journey. You never know what treasures you might find at the end,” his father said, as he directed Gus to a particular store.
Five-year-old Gus pressed his nose up against the glass, and with great admiration, said, “Oooo.”
In the toy store window was a new shinny bright red, electric train engine.
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