Gracie gazed down at her hands, palms facing upwards, brow furrowed.
Mummy had just pointed out right from the left but she was still confused.
Images, words and thoughts cascaded through her brain at breakneck speed, alphabets jumbled, numbers inverted.
Maybe the new school would help, the nice doctor said it would.
She looked out of the window at the children across the street. If she got better, maybe they’d stop making fun of her in class and let her play with them too.
Written for Six Sentence Stories