An Inconvenient Death
Words 100
“Where’s my breakfast?”
“Coming!”
A crash.
A wail.
“Forget it.” Bhushan grabbed an apple.
Dangling a toddler, she thrust his lunch box. “Best of luck!”
Dashing out, Bhushan hailed an auto. He wanted to catch the earlier train.
He couldn’t afford to be late, not today.
Pushing and shoving through the broiling jostling crowd, Bhushan boarded the Mumbai local.
He wiped the sweat off his brow and loosened the tie.
Did everyone have appraisal today?
The train lurched to a halt.
Babel broke out.
“What the hell?”
“Guy jumped in front of train.”
“Is this any time to commit suicide?”
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Note: Based on a true incident narrated by a friend.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and CE Ayr for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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