Waiting – Flash fiction in 100 words
June 2, 2011 8 Comments
I feel sorry for the lad standing there in the rain, waiting for a bus
that is invariably late. Isn’t it always? He is young and hasn’t worn
a coat. I can see him shivering from here. Standing in the cosy
warmth of my living room, for once I’m glad I have nowhere to go.
I’m not sure I have much to show for my time spent on this earth.
But I have had a comfortable ringside seat to watch it all go past
me through the double glazing.
I see the boy jumping on the bus. Another journey begins.
by Louise
About Louise
I was that kid many times!
love A
I love standing in the rain….
xoxo
Jessica
We forget our good fortune. It is only when we see another person’s discomfiture we realize how lucky we are. Beautiful and thought provoking.
http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-many.html
I think I enjoy this style.. your able to paint a picture tap into our selves all in few words…
http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-what-hell-kind-of-photographer-are.html
You lady are on fire
love the new site and you just going from strength to strength, my hat as ever is off to you
Ah, thank you Charles! All the encouragement I get really helps….thank you too…
Nice piece.
You write very well and create such vivid imagery.
Gosh..you’ve come back a long way! I’ve been editing since you visited…didn’t think people would!! I’m amazed, thank you!