"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
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
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.
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