Microfiction

Time To Turn The Page

On this adventure

nini kvaratskhelia

It wasn’t the talking mouse that did it.

Or the river made of lemonade.

Not the flying pancakes.

Or the clouds that rained gumdrops.

The backpack with unlimited supplies didn’t register.

Even the trees with impossibly thin trunks didn’t phase Jen.

But when she noticed that a page corner was folded over, it clicked.

Jen suddenly realized she was a character in a book.

She stood in stunned silence for a moment.

Then Jen thought, I hope this book has a happy ending.