© J Hardy Carroll
A few cars were parked along the kerb. The brick red building with tiny outlets called
windows stood silently, their inmates packed inside. The peaceful locality could be the
target for communal conflagration and the Police were taking no chances. People were
asked to confine themselves indoors.
Twenty-two pair of alert eyes scanned the entire place.
The screeching siren could be heard from a distance. The feet scurried to take refuge in
the ramshackle building nearby. As the siren noise ebbed they spilled on the road.
"Nikhil stand guard at the northern end", barked the captain lifting his visor in charge of
“And you Vicky place yourself at the southern end".
They divided themselves into two groups and took their places at strategic points and
brought out their ammunition.
The white and orange sign board was dumped into the building as it posed to be an
The powerful willow was unsheathed and the innocuous circular object was raring to go
to knock off weak heads.
The boys wore their gloves and pads for extra safety. They could not take chances. The
stakes were high.
"Hurray, let's begin our long and interesting game of cricket”, hollered the captains.
Written for : Sunday Photo Fiction
word count : 200
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