Strange things

three line tales 73 midsummer

photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash

 

The textbook friendship of two kids from different economic backgrounds, in reality also Mihir and Mithun’s friendship was one that caught the envy of many.

After much persuasion, Mithun was invited to the former’s home: true, whatever money could buy filled up the house, but one couldn’t catch the chatter, fights, sharing between siblings nor the attention of his parents; no wonder Mihir preferred Mithun’s company and his cosy home.

From afar, grass looks green on the other side, edging closer, one realizes it may be yellow,brown sometimes lifeless even.

 

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sonya for running the challenge. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

Guidelines :-

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

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