55 Fiction - Cafe Ginger Chai

This post is published as an entry for the KING AND QUEEN OF 55F CONTEST – The first ever unique, challenge for the coveted title in micro fiction category. To catch the crowning moments and also be part of future editions and other contests, visit and register at Cafe GingerChai

The rules of the contest are:

•You have to write a set of three 55F.
•The first two sets should be a story on its own
•The two stories should climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F.
•The story could be of any genre i.e, love, crime, mystery or thriller etc.

 

Hope

Rain mingled with tears on his cheeks at the funeral. Nothing to live for now, Arun thought dully. My house burnt, wife dead, son missing. But I will find my son, he thought resolutely. However long it takes, we will meet again. A feeble ray of sunshine peeped through the clouds, growing slowly stronger. Hope.

 

    

  Friendship

Lonely, desolate, the little boy wandered about in the streets. Exhausted, he sank down on the pavement, crying. Something wet and warm licked his face. He looked up to see soft brown eyes in a furry head. Tentatively, he patted the pup. It nuzzled closer. The Two new found friends walked away in the twilight.

   A lost Chance

It started raining. Just like that fateful day ten years back. He still searched for his little boy, believing his heart would know him instantly. “Finished Saab”, said the shoe shine boy. He looked down distastefully at the scruffy urchin and his mangy dog. Arun threw a few coins at his son and walked away.

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