Rishi looked out of the office window. That’s where he spent his free time. He never understood what the big fuss over sports was anyways. He stayed there, reading and dreaming, till Papa came to pick him up.
Books were his friends. He needed no one else. Tomorrow he would be gone from here forever. Papa was being transferred. He dreaded the thought of a new school again.
“Come child, your father is here”, he heard Sister Antonia behind him.
Rishi took his crutches and looked out his favorite window for one last time.
“Goodbye Sister”, he said.
This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.
Sometimes it is the little things we like to treasure. Especially when we have kids. We want to freeze memories in time, treasure their little hands and feet. But little hands and feet grow up too soon. So we treasure a few things those little hands made.
If you ask me what I treasure most, it is the people in my life. And sometimes, a few things those people made, I will cherish forever.
This photo is for the weekly photo challenge at The Daily Post. As you would’ve guessed, the theme is Treasure.