I don’t normally make New Years resolutions, but this year I did: I want to become more fluent in Spanish.
I took Spanish in college, leaving with enough skill to get the gist of it in writing and pick up a word or two in conversation. After years of knowing just enough to be annoyed by my own ignorance, I decided to do something about it. I’ve been using the Duolingo app to practice daily. So far, I can tell you that “I eat apples” and “I am a boy,” among a handful of other phrases.
While my goal is related to communicating with a significant portion of our local population, there’s more to it than that. I’ve always loved the power and beauty of language, and by limiting myself to a single language, I felt I was missing out on a whole dynamic of human existence.
Basically, I’m learning it to enrich my life experience. Which brings me to this week’s flash fiction prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the idea of enrichment.
I hope you enjoy my take on it.
The boy sits in a tight ball in the produce section. Arms clutch his folded legs and his eyes press into his knees. His back shakes with his breath.
Cautiously, I crouch and touch his shoulder. “Sweetie? Are you lost?”
His head snaps up, his brown, tear-soaked eyes fixating on me. “Necesito a mi mamá.” His eyes return to his knees.
“Cuál es tu nombre?”
His head snaps up again, perhaps in surprise that I speak Spanish. “Gabriel.”
“Yo soy Brianna. Vamos a buscar a tu madre.” Smiling, I reach out.
He wipes his eyes and takes my hand.