Thursday, 9 October 2014

Irrelevant




He looked at Sun. It was about to set. He could hear the music. It was heart wrenching.
He had given ten prime years of his life to the band. But today he was irrelevant; as irrelevant as dry leaves floating aimlessly in cold air. Why? What was his fault? Did he deserve this fate?
He looked at Sun. It had set. He could still hear the music.
Suddenly he felt that this could not be the end. No, it can’t end like this.
He looked at trees, in autumn they looked beautiful. He smiled. Sun would rise.

Word count 98


This post is part of Friday  Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff

10 comments:

  1. Evocative and hopeful! Nicely done!

    Greetings from Greece!
    Maria (MM Jaye)

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    1. thanks Maria for reading and appreciating it.

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    1. thanks Shweta for reading and liking it

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  3. Really a good story and great writing! Nan :)

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  4. Of course he's not irrelevant - no more than the autumn leaves are irrelevant. I like how you've used the sun and nature to tell your story.
    Marg

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  5. I hope it does rise. Sometimes the rising is irrelevant.

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    1. thanks Alice for reading it; yes rising may be irrelevant but only sometimes

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