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.
Hope you enjoyed.