It had been four days the food packages had not come to the refugee camp. Children were dying of hunger and men felt helpless and dependent on the helicoper God. Neena dived in the trash can to find something to support her toddler. Her eyes fell on a couple of slices of bread, sadly a dog stared as she picked it up. She quickly fed her child the slice trying to eat the other. She nibbled a piece of slice making a heart and offered the rest to the dog. She was a mother after all!
Picture credit: Kelvin M. Knight
This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.
16 Comments
Not dog stew? She is very kind indeed.
Very touchy, heart wrenching.
Very nicely penned.
Real life. I’m thinking of the refugees flooding Bangladesh, hoping for a scrap of food.
Dear Shweta,
Neena has a heart as big as the universe. Lovely story. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A very sensitive portray and nice take on the picture.
I can’t imagine how awful it must be to be unable to feed your child. Just terrible.
Very nice…
Heart touching. Sadly, it is reality in many parts of the world.
Such a beautiful and painful story… you have such a mastery over thoughts..
A mother, at heart 🙂
🙂
I like how you ended it. — Maternal instincts. 🙂
It’s touching Shweta! I loved the ending too <3
Motherly love finds expression.
Well expressed soul-sis 🙂
Heart-wrenching story. Very well written Shweta.
Such a touching story! Glad to be here after a while, Shweta. 🙂
Compassionate !!!!!
Though I don’t like to read Fiction but since it was 100 words hence ventured.
Good one