Saturday, 21 November 2015


                                                                                       Photo prompt © CE Ayr

Only she knew what it was to be a single mother. But, against all odds, she had managed to bring up her girl. The girl had just turned sixteen and her excitement was boundless.
The blast hit them as they were stepping out of the mall.
The mother regained her consciousness and looked around. She thought everything around her was nightmarishly baffling.  
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked no one in particular.
‘Relax; everything is in order,’ she thought she heard such words.
She looked around.
‘I lost my …I think I lost my…my shoe,’ she stammered and again passed out.

A post for Friday Fictioneers in memory of innocent victims of terror attacks.

Word count 100

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Bumper Crop

                                                                                         Photo prompt © Connie Gayer

He looked at the field and his heart sank. It was again a bumper crop.

He knew that the agent would be unwilling to lift even quarter of the produce. He would have to beg and accept whatever terms the agent would offer. He would not recover even the sowing costs.

The debts would keep on mounting. It had happened with every bumper crop.

Two of his neighbours had already forfeited their lands and lives. Their deaths had left him numb.

He roamed through the denuded field, thinking of the two neighbours who had killed themselves a few days back.
A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 100