The opening sentence for the February 19th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “There it was. You could see the corner of the folded yellowed parchment sticking out of the torn lining of the battered book.”
The children had circled the object taking in his ragged appearance, the protruding parchment serving to whet their curiosity.
The red haired girl spoke up asking what it was.
“It’s a book,” the old man announced.
“Do you plug it in?” asked one.
“No,” the old man continued chuckling. “This is a relic of long ago when people read from paper books such as this one.”
“But what does it do?” asked the red haired girl, looking intently, wondering what she had to do to make it move.
“It contains knowledge.” The old man replied. “ Inside is all the information held in the minds of men.”
“They didn’t know much then,” said the girl as she hovered above the book her mind trying desperately to make it move.
“Compared to now, no they didn’t.” said the old man.
“So why are you showing us?” asked the first boy.
“It’s a reminder that knowledge came from somewhere. We know what we know because a long time ago men gathered knowledge into books and that knowledge was passed on to others.”
“But we are born with knowledge.” said the red haired girl.
The old man looked at her and understood her arrogance and remembered a time when he too thought such things about the past.