Photo by -A Mixed Bag
Papa, we have lost our way again, in an accusing tone shrieked Mridul.
Running through the route maps umpteen number of times never yielded better results. A wrong turn, was bound to be taken.
I have been looking forward to this concert since the time I heard about it around six months back, complained she. So many times I have begged you to use the GPS but you don’t relent.
Smiling, Papa, stuck to his traditional methods of map reading and drove on.
Fuming, a chance glance out of the window, she saw a lake gleaming under the radiant sun, the water birds diving in for their midday meal. Does this piece of beauty, really exist in my city wondered Mridul?
Further along, chancing upon picturesque parks, nature’s creations vying with one another for attention.
Halting to the sounds of a melody emanating from inside, they found inside a dark room a boy of around ten singing, unmindful to the cares of the world.
Loaded with optimism, your song only portrays the good in all?exclaimed Mridul.
The loss of my sight has been a boon, I feel the good in all, replied the boy.
Was it a turn wrongly taken?
Exactly 200 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you for running the challenge at Sunday Photo Fiction. This is my first time ever here. The challenge is to write in around 200 words based on the prompt. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.