The Ruin
Photo prompt © Emmy L Gant
The poor fellow was sick of
rains. Every roof was leaking. Every room was flooded. And the cough and cold
were killing.
He hated men. They were
so selfish. No one had stayed in the house for thirty years. And the owner was
unwilling to carry out any repairs. The house was nothing but an ancient ruin.
He wanted to punish
humans. But he had been told a hundred times that they could not match the
cunning and cruelty of humans.
‘But men detest us……..’
‘It’s their ignorance…….’
‘It’s hard being a ghost……’
‘I agree……it’s like being
in hell.’
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Post for Friday Fictioneers
on a photo prompt.
Word count 99
Yes, we are selfish. Now, I feel guilty for not showing more compassion and concern for ghosts. If only they had spoken up sooner . . .
ReplyDeletethey keep speaking but we rarely listen, thanks for stopping by
DeleteYou have such an amazing knack of writing these Aroraji... it's lovely!
ReplyDeletefeels great when someone appreciates your effort. thanks archana
DeleteThis was a lovvely blog post
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