Another Dead End
Words 101
“I hate them! I’m never going back again.” She smashed a cup.
Granny continued rocking.
“I don’t matter, only society matters. Just because Rahul’s poor….”
“…Unemployed.” Granny cut in. “Just think! No money. No roof.”
“I… we’ll stay with you Dadi. You’re lonely.”
“I don’t mind. Not now. Would Rahul like to stay so far away…? ”
“…. He would! He can draw and paint in peace.”
“And you?”
“I’ll be with him.” She giggled. “Whispering sweet nothings.”
“What’ll you eat?”
“Whatever you cook.”
“I don’t cook anymore.”
“Why not?”
Granny gave a cackle and vanished in a puff of smoke.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Yarnspinner for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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