Monday, 7 November 2016

The Trading Post
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
                                                                                         Photo prompt © Jean L Hays

‘Grandpa, are you sure we are at the right place?’
‘I think so. But it seems so unfamiliar.’
‘We have been driving around for eight hours. Let’s turn back; it will be dark soon for we won’t find any place here for the night.’
‘But he had said that he will be there at the trading post, come what may. I too had promised that I would come.’
‘When? Fifty years ago? You never even talked to him all these years. And you think he would be there.’   
‘I think so; he is a man of his word.’
Out of nowhere an old man appeared and slowly approached their car.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 108

10 comments:

  1. Dear Arora,

    After 50 years I'd say he is indeed a man of his word. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Grandpa knew the man and he was right. Those are a couple of extraordinary men. Good writing, I.B. :) --- Suzanne

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  3. That generation kept their words. Nice take.

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  4. That is keeping a promise... love that.

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