Camaraderie

Meeta chose to visit an old age home,as a part of her college project. She was very excited, she had no grandparents of her own and was envious of her friends who recounted the camaraderie they shared with their grandparents.

Some people were there because they had no one of their own, others due to the neglect of their kids, yet others due to poverty. They all had one thing in common, they craved companionship, their only possession being frayed memories of good times gone by.

She promised to visit them every week, she was their own granddaughter now.

P.C :- Google

Exactly 99 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Charli Mills for running the challenge at Flash Fiction Challenge on Carrot Ranch Communications. The challenge is to write in exactly 99 words based on the word prompt. This week’s prompt is “frayed”. For more guidelines please visit here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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