He stood on the wooden platform and gazed at the mural.
It was the last one that he had painted. In vibrant colours it
depicted the village chief, sitting under the shade of the trees, deep in consultation
with the village council. They had forged
an agreement with the company for sustainable logging that brought them
electricity, access to doctors, revenues from the logging, scholarships for
their children and new roads. It was a victory for his people. Drunk with happiness he did a little jig on
the bench.
“Look mummy” the children shouted, “the boots are
dancing by themselves”.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count: 100
Great story. I loved that last line -so unexpected.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mike.
DeleteHow intriguing!A happy ghost:-)Nice little story here:)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'll call this phantom 'Dancer' instead of 'Walker' the Ghost who walks :-)
DeleteA cute little gem that invokes a series of images. That was very well written, Subroto!
ReplyDeleteThanks Umashanker that means a lot coming from you.
Deletethat last line caught me off guard, a very lovely surprise :) interesting tale
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Kz
DeleteOh that was a great ending.. really a very sweet story to.
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteNow there's a ghost with spirit! Nice one with a surprising twist at the end.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, the story worked out because I could see him standing there. :-)
DeleteThat for me is a real comment on what happens when civilisations clash; one always disappears. Sad but that's the way we allow it to be.
ReplyDeleteThat's so true Patrick, thanks for reading.
DeleteNice twist!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Dawn.
DeleteYup, I agree that you did a great job with that twist, just as the rest of the story was a job well done for those involved.
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks Janet
Deletenice twist!!
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