One Step Lower
“Bhaisahab* could you get me a job?” she burst out.
“But why?” He stared.
“Now I’ve time on my hands and…everything’s so expensive.”
“Why worry about expenses when your sons are earning well?” He laughed.
“Yes.” She hesitated. “But, they have their own expenses. If I had a job…”
“What about your health?”
“Exactly. Medicines are so expensive.”
“It’d be better to ask your sons.”
“Why should I have to ask?” She stood up. “Ask your Father, ask your husband and now beg from my sons?”
“It’s not begging. It’s your right.”
“If I have to ask, it’s begging.”
*Bhaishaab: Elder brother and commonly used to address an older male relative, family friend, neighbor or even an acquaintance or stranger on the road.
Perhaps the link to the photo may not be clear but the color white in India is associated with a widow – I hope that came through (that she’s a widow!)?
Thanks for reading – look forward to your reaction and comments. 🙂
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this irresistible challenge and Roger Bultot for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo, click here.