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| PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast |
I was sixteen when my father’s cousin found a job for me in
the city. The prospect of earning money alleviated
my parents’ misgivings. The train
travelled through a lawless area where armed bandits frequently robbed
passengers at gun point.
I boarded the train with money strapped to my chest. Ferocious looking men boarded my carriage and
sat beside me. Scared witless I kept
awake the next eighteen hours maintaining eye contact.
As the trained reached my destination, the meanest looking man
smiled and said, “Thank God we reached safely.
We were worried that you were a spotter for bandits”.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100
The assumptions we make.....Nice captured in the story.
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DeleteSo clever! Liked that.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting Sandra.
DeleteGreat ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rachel I am glad that worked.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteClever storytelling that. You made me laugh out loud.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle for those comments, I glad it worked for you.
DeleteThat sounds like a terrible trip. Clever ending - I didn't see it coming.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margaret I was aiming for that effect, I am glad it worked.
DeleteDear Subroto, Such a good story - I didn't expect the ending either. You are very clever! Nan :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Nan you are too kind :-)
DeleteSounds like both parties were a little judgmental. Appearances can often be misleading. Great story telling, Subroto.
ReplyDeleteThat's true, we shouldn't judge people on how they look. Thanks for reading and commenting Russell.
DeleteNice twist!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dale.
DeleteVery clever, everyone is looking over their shoulder - back then as now, I fear.
ReplyDeleteA nature of the times we live in. Thanks for reading and commenting Jen.
DeleteGood story and great twist at the end, Subroto. Good tension. Well done. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzanne, glad you liked it.
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