The Saturday market where locals came to sell goods had become my interest in this new lonely city.
My eyes fell on a dilapidated stall among the buzzing stalls selling jams, olives, cheese
“Whats the price of this bronze medal?” intrigued I asked the old lady.
Picking up the medal among various inconsequential things her trembling voice said, “These aren’t for sale child, I am waiting for my love who has gone to fight the World War, they say it will be over soon, he would recognise these and come back to me.”
Choked with emotion I silently walked away.
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This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count.
PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller
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Woah! Priceless! Memories and sacrfices a soldier’s family makes, indeed priceless! Fab fiction in 100 Shweta!
What a lovely twist, Shweta! It’s such a bittersweet story indeed.
All the items do seem inconsequential to outsiders,but how valuable for those concerned.
What a long wait for that old lady!
I didn’t see that coming in the end!
Yes, I t was unexpected. heart touching.
My heart went out to the old lady – well done. Incidentally my first friday fictioneers story was The Wait for the Waiting Room – it could just as well have been The Wait 😀
Such a poignant tale Shweta. Sometimes, the wait is all you have; the driving force behind your life. Nicely put!
I am waiting for my love who has gone to fight the World War, they say it will be over soon, he would recognise these and come back to me.” emotional touch !!
बहुत बढिया भावनाप्रधान कहानी, स्वेता!
So touching, Shweta! Hope shines through so fiercely through ‘the wait’.
Very touchy. i can relate with it very deeply.
Deeply moved.
Gulp! That has left me speechless. Well captured.!
We have always believed in the better that awaits us however hopeless the present may seem!! Touching story in just 100 words! Great! 🙂
A soldierly twist to the eternal wait of the old lady who is not less heroic than the soldier, perhaps.
The wait, and the irony called life….! Loved the piece Shweta…..
This is so touching, Shweta. Beautifully weaved 🙂
Dear Shweta,
How sad that the old woman is still waiting. Very touching and well done. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Indeed a poignant one Shweta.. loved it to the core!
Not everything is for sale, and not everything can be bought 🙁 Priceless words Shweta. Loved it.
Lovely… very touching..
and god willing it will happen..
Wars are so bad .. so many people disturbed … ..
Hardly few lines… But explained alottt. Love ur way of writing. Simple sweet and meaningful.
Aww..short story, with lots of emotions….
Nice story.