A Start?

Hi. Mind if I join, as I noticed a free chair?

Help yourself, she mumbled, busy munching on her burger, simultaneously typing with one hand on her laptop and at the same time trying to sip her fruit juice while trying to find her ringing phone

Mustering courage, I chirped, you might drop the burger on your laptop.

A dimpled face with ocean blue eyes glared at me. As her golden hair fell across her face partially obscuring her and the Sun rays gleaming across her face, I nearly lost my breath.

With what seemed like ages, she grinned, moving her laptop to the adjoining chair and finished her lunch.

Thanks, she said as she picked up her stuff to leave. See you, tomorrow?

A Story Untold

Staring wide eyed, looking at the far away clouds, and the cluster of trees, could not but wonder, how was this achieved?

Walked up, went through the plaques. Societies finest; Visionaries; Thinkers; Mayors; Governors; Bankers, the Dynasties who made it happen. A service to mankind. A gift from them to the future.

What I could not find was one dedication to the men who made this happen. Men, who broke their backs, their souls and many of course, their lives before this could be achieved. Not a commendation, not a mention.

A gift indeed. I walked away. Impressed, yet disillusioned.

A 100 Word short story written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Image Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

The Dark Light

Opening the door in the unlit corridor, was momentarily blinded by the light sunshine rays gleaming in through the windows, lighting up the passage. Momentarily, my heart skipped a beat, my feet almost stone.

My very reason for existence, the cornerstone of my soul, the only thing that meant anything in life, all flashing before my eyes. Days, nights spent soaking myself in every conceivable sound known to man, this was the one place, where I was, Me!

I proposed, God disposed. The soul cried, the heart bled, but the mind ruled. Light was still under Dark.