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
Evocative and hopeful! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteGreetings from Greece!
Maria (MM Jaye)
thanks Maria for reading and appreciating it.
DeleteSo positive, well written.
ReplyDeletethanks Shweta for reading and liking it
DeleteReally a good story and great writing! Nan :)
ReplyDeletethanks for reading it
DeleteOf 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.
ReplyDeleteMarg
thanks margirene
DeleteI hope it does rise. Sometimes the rising is irrelevant.
ReplyDeletethanks Alice for reading it; yes rising may be irrelevant but only sometimes
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