The lesser of two evils?

vegetable soup

He had shone his shoes to a sheen with the residue of polish, excited to be returning to school.

Some of his friends bragged about their holidays.

He quietly still savoured the taste of vegetable soup. It had been a while since he had eaten a decent meal.

He loved school, but it was not only because of what he learnt.

He dreamt about food.

He was the last to climb into the bus.

He was the first to be hauled out amidst those haunting screams.

The bus– barely recognisable on its side, smouldering after the fire.

Twenty lives taken!

 

 

Rekindled (100 word story)

red shoes

Nothing had changed. Yet a whole new vista of dreams rolled out that changed everything.

As he settled in his seat, tuning out the whirring of jet engines that would take him home, he glimpsed a red shoe.

He remembered how they had argued playfully over her buying those red shoes. It wasn’t about the shoes really.

She had only worn them once in all these years.

Rather, it was about her spontaneity and daring, her exquisite taste for a flavour filled life.

Everything that he loved about her!

Closing his eyes, he savoured the anticipation of seeing her again.