The old man sat alone on the bench, under the warm sun, feeding little foxes that wandered near – they had grown accustomed to his presence. The bolder ones even curled up on his lap and let him scratch their ears.
Every day, without fail, he sat there alone, feeding the foxes, the squirrels, the birds and any other creatures that would came near him. It seemed he had all sorts of food for the animals – they must have viewed him like a god.
One day, the little foxes came, but no one was there. They were confused as they sat there waiting until night came. The next day, the old man still did not appear. And the next. And the next.
Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenging bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits. The painting below is by artist Chin H. Shin.For the visually challenged writer, […]
Welcome back to another WDYS Monday. Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly. If you post a response before next Sunday, I will […]
Her head down, she slowly pushed the stroller as she mentally took inventory of what she could buy with coupons she cut out from the newspapers.
Baby formula, milk powder, diapers, rice, eggs, toilet paper, would the budget be enough to cover?
There had not been any sale lately; the subsidy from child relief had depleted some time ago; the Soup Kitchen was not sufficient enough to feed her family; the restaurants in her neighbourhood had not been throwing out any surplus food that she could surreptitiously collect. Life was besieging her from all sides and she was running out of ideas.
“Oh, what a precious little thing!” A lady interrupted her thoughts. “She brings a refreshing smile to your face when you look at her!”
She smiled politely at the lady, “Thank you! She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
The lady, who was couching, waving her fingers at the baby and making cooing sounds, stood up and smiled back at her. “And who knows, you might be the best thing that happened to her!”
“Oh, my bus is here!” The lady waved her hand to flag down the bus. “See you around!”
She waved goodbye at the lady and looked down at her little gem. “Am I the best thing that happened to you?”
The baby only gurgled and kicked her legs happily, as she sucked on her little fist.
She laughed at her daughter’s antics. “My best gift is you!”
And sadly, it was during that morning walk, the two puppies did not make any squirrel friends. In fact, the entire squirrel colony had to migrate to a more peaceful part of the woods because of the daily harrassment.
Welcome to Week #78 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. Prompt for Week #78 (Jun 19, 2021 – Jun 26, 2021) Sound Click here for the 6WSP image. I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure […]