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| PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb |
I saw him under the bridge arranging his belongings. It was my walking route where the final stretch
took me under the arches and up the steps leading to my office. He tipped his
hat politely and resumed sorting his possessions.
Every day I’d meander by the river bank making my way
through the park. Stopping only to take
photos and the mandatory uploads to Facebook. He was now a permanent occupant
curled up under the bridge with his worldly goods in a trolley.
I never saw him after the flood, just some lurking flotsam
and jetsam in the water.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100
I do disembark from the bus and take a walk by the river each morning. The route does take me under a bridge but that is where reality ends and fiction takes over. The title a nod to a story by one of my favourite writers Somerset Maugham.
A sad story, which goes with a photo prompt that has always struck me as quite poignant. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra I am glad you liked it.
DeleteGreat scene, very descriptive. And so sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gabriele.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sandra. The story matches the prompt...not just in content, but also in emotion. Very nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for your words of appreciation Rochelle.
DeleteVery well crafted.
ReplyDeleteThank you YS, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteVery emotive - well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Clare.
DeleteAwwww. I love the way you've wound the contrasts through the story. Such a sad end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen I am glad you liked it,
DeleteHow sad, Subroto. Of course the poorest people here live near the river and monsoon often causes a problem. A bigger problem was caused when they opened the gates of the nearby full reservoir. Good writing. ---- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteRiver front living is not always a boon. Thanks for your comments Suzanne.
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