Flash Fiction

The Delivery #FridayFotoFiction


Was he responsible?

He didn’t sign up for this. Or did he? Knowingly?

Many such questions were swarming his head while he read the newspaper.

Was he the reason?

Hungry and with just the pair of clothes he was wearing, he was found lying on the footpath.

In bargain of ample of food and much better clothes, than he could dream of, he was asked to do a petty task.

His intuition tried hinting. But, yelling hunger pangs and shivering body suppressed the cropping intuition.

He couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror the next day. The makeover made him look nothing less than a big shot. He was born with looks to kill.

Kill! Reality hit him.

It was just a small package. To be delivered to a child.

The headline darted at him like missiles.

Over hundred die in the massacre at the flea market.


(Word Count: 146)

Linking up with Tina and Mayuri for #FridayFotoFiction.

Tina Basu

Author: rashi mital

A mother and a travel enthusiast, I love speed and am proud of my driving skills. In my free time I love reading, writing, and sometimes doing nothing. I try to live every moment and believe in living young despite the age.

10 Comments on “The Delivery #FridayFotoFiction

    1. Maybe, maybe not. Though his intuition did try to hint. Only to be overruled by the desperate needs.
      Thanks for the prompt, Mayuri. I totally enjoyed writing for this. By far the best for me. 🙂

    1. True, Akshata. Humans have been taking advantage of others’ needs/misery for their sake. A sad reality.
      Thanks for reading. 🙂

  1. Desperate times desperate deeds! Will good sense stay will us when we don’t know where our next meal will come from? An answer which can be found out only when we are in that situation

    1. True Namrata. That’s why I mentioned intuition in the post. At times, we can’t think straight, but our intuition always gives hints. But, unfortunately, desperate times rule over it.
      Thanks for reading. 🙂

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