PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse
Being six years older, makes a lot of difference, wondered Keith. Wish I was the first born.
I’d have gotten to ride to school, with wind blowing on my face on my very own cycle.
Life isn’t fair, thought he, for I have to borrow everything from big bro.
He woke up to the chirping of birds. Still in slumber, he dragged himself outside.
Tucked beneath the stairs, was his dream cycle with a note that read,”A happy ten! With love, Big Bro”
It was then he realized that the money his brother was saving to buy a guitar was spent on his cycle. There’s no greater joy than in the joy of giving.
This is in response to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a story in about 100 words. Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Jellico Stationhouse for the photo prompt. For more visit here