Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Gift (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

I was always surprised by gifts. I still am.

My therapist would give you a long, complicated explanation of how a loss of self-esteem and a less-than-stellar childhood might have contributed to long-term behavior patterns. I would tell you that such nonsense fits the bill for psychobabble.

That same therapist would tell you that I am deserving of the gestures that people have thought to extend.

I still remain flat out thrilled and floored every single time someone chooses to show their appreciation for my quiet existence. From a toothbrush to new pack of highlighters or Christmas pajamas and spiced red Tea.

I am thankful. Bewildered, puzzled and probably over-thinking it all.

It is always beyond me how anyone could think that I am worth the trouble of a gift. From my own twisted point of view, I find it easy to give gifts to those around me. So easy to give.

So hard to accept.

How strange to know that people truly care.

(c) Sara Harricharan

2 comments:

Kristina said...

Aww, I can relate to this sentiment all too well. When people surprise me with their kindness and generosity, there is always a part of me that feels unworthy even though I know it is not true.
Anyway... Lovely writing, dearie! <3

Joanne Sher said...

That last sentence is so full of meaning. WOW. Good stuff, girlie!