Tuesday, 25 August 2015

seen unseen

"I can see the well-worn out boots, but can't feel or touch them. Is this a

sort of  mirage?"

"Well, it's a long story", the farmer taking deep breaths. He had narrated 

the tale umpteen times to gazillion strangers but each time it sent his 

heartbeats pulsating.

The excitement was palpable for the journalist.

Joe was walking along the curve of the road when a car 
negotiating the bend, lost control. Joe's feet were
crushed under the impact and he was hospitalized.

Till today the vehicles mysteriously slow down near the bend of the 

country side road as if paying respects to the departed soul. He

stands guard, his boots seen as a grim reminder to avert any future

collisions .

The journalist couldn't believe his eyes when the photo clicked on his

cell-phone camera revealed only the bend of the road. 

“Joe despised publicity", said the farmer, reading the journalist's mind.

“The weathered foot-wear has seen forty summers", the journalist gasped.

Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting  Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers  and

Dawn M.Miller for this week's colourful photo prompt.


word count : 160

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