Winkie And Me
This is a little passage from the book that I am reading right now . It's called Winkie .. I won't say much more about it, but I just felt like Winkie was me .... or maybe wished that I could have been Winkie ....
But as if this were the magic though – as if acceptance, through some paradox, also broke the spell- just then Cliff turned to him and sat up on the bed.
"Hi, Winkie," he said. His gray blue eyes were huge,moist,and full of love. How long had it been?
Cliff came over to the shelf and lifted the little bear down, holding him in his arms like a swaddled infant. Winkie’s good eye had neatly clicked shut; the other was lodged open. How long had it been since he was held so tenderly?
"I never play with you anymore," Cliff said, solemnly gazing down at him.
True, the bear thought. He wanted to snuggle deeper and he wanted to squirm free. Half in ecstasy, half in rage, he could only gaze with his one bad eye back up at the boy who had spurned him. Yet as if that cockeyed gaze suddenly held some power of persuasion or even truth, the boy’s face now crumpled into remorse.
"I’m sorry, Winkie!" he sobbed.
And the old bear was cuddled up tightly into Cliff’s arms, which now shook with grief.
posted by Cute NK2 @ 1:07 PM
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