Friendly Scenes

Thank you Dorothy for our photo prompt this week!

They often felt how far away their homes were from the city.The nearby city was a good two hours drive from their place.

The malls in the city lured and intrigued them,a visit was but a luxury.While away from it,they often wondered how so many well dressed people chose to spend their time congregating in such confined locations.While some of them,in their own world trying to enjoy the artificial cooling,yet others trying to glance at the umpteen shops around, most of them not even stopping to glance and smile at the person standing nearby.Not to forget,a trip to the mall meant a selfie clicked and talked about.

In their village, they roamed about,free to the cares of the world,easily smiling to a stranger and a friend alike.While one of the friend, took on the responsibility of narrating the day to day scenes to his friend who couldn’t see much,the other kept up the banter,though he knew his friend couldn’t hear well.

160 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you PJ for running the challenge at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write based on the photo prompt a story in about 100-150(+/-25) words. For guidelines please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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