The Puzzle Piece

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


There was a single puzzle piece to a jigsaw puzzle who was feeling unimportant, being just a single little puzzle piece.

 

He wasn't a corner. He felt those were really important. They were the corners after all and there was only four of them and he was in the middle with all the other puzzle pieces.

 

He wasn't the edges. There were more of those than the corners, but they were important he felt because they kept the rest inside and so he felt they too were important. No, he wasn't a corner or an edge but one of many left in the box as the person slowly put the puzzle together.

 

After a while he was placed on the table with a bunch of other pieces and sat and waited for his turn to be placed in the puzzle which gave him time to think about his place in this world. He was nothing, he felt. Just another cog in the wheel like they often say. Just an ordinary little puzzle piece and he wasn't special at all in his mind.

 

By accident he was knocked off the table and sat on the floor. “Oh great, now I'm not even worthy to be with the rest of the pieces and sit on the table” he thought. It depressed him and made him sad. “I really am nothing” they thought.

 

Slowly the person working the puzzle got to the end but one piece was missing. The piece on the floor could hear the person being upset because they had worked so hard to put it together.

 

“Oh nuts. It's incomplete. I hate that. I hate when I put a puzzle together and find that one piece is missing” the person was saying.

 

The puzzle piece sat motionless on the floor, listening and wondering why he was nothing but a single puzzle piece and not special like some of the others.

 

And then something magical happened.

 

The person happened to look down and picked up the puzzle piece. “Ah. There you are. I was wondering where you went” they said. They took the single puzzle piece and placed it in the last spot left to the puzzle, his.

 

“There. Now the puzzle is complete. That is much better” the person said.

 

The puzzle piece was now happy. Happy to be with the rest of the puzzle pieces. He was indeed important because without him, the picture wasn't complete even though he was just one simple puzzle piece.

 


Submitted: February 11, 2018

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hullabaloo22

I used to really enjoy putting together jigsaws, so this was excellent!

Mon, February 12th, 2018 9:30pm

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Thank you Hully. I think we all feel insignificant at times.

Mon, February 12th, 2018 1:31pm

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