PHOTO PROMPT: Anonymous
Those snotty faced urchins were back by my window.
‘Mango pickle.’ The girl squeaked from behind her brother, the crumpled paper bag peeking from her closed fist.
I quickly checked the closed door before retrieving my pair of boots from under the bed. I kept them on the windowsill.
Their faces lit up as they grabbed the shoes and handed over the pickle.
The tanginess lingered on my tongue, while ma entered with soup.
She might search for the shoes, but I knew I didn’t need those anymore.
I’d overheard doctor uncle telling her that just a few weeks remained.
(Wordcount: 100 Words)
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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