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Why not?
#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate.
She turned back, opened the make-believe closet and realised that the only clean piece left for her was torn at the right shoulder. It was a faded pink mid-length dress. She looked for some scarf to wrap around. It would look stupid in 40 degrees Celsius, but she had no other option.
She found her late mother's dirty green stole.
This should do.
She found the lost spring in her stride and headed for the fest. Her childhood best friend had been adopted by the wealthiest of the town and was being taken away the next day.
A few metres away from the celebrations, she could hear the music aloud. It was a festival like no other.
She replayed the events in her head that led to this day.
It happened two months ago.
Both of them were sitting together on the beach when a couple lost control of their dog's leash. Their dog was running on the beach towards a group of kids making sand castles. A little girl in the group saw the dog running towards her and ran screaming to her parents.
Bala, her best friend saw this and sprinted to the scene to help. She got up immediately but realised she was paralysed by fear. She was very scared of dogs.
He was running to stop the dog. His hair had a life of their own. They were the reason why he was called Bala. It seemed as if they were galloping behind with him to stop the dog.
He almost dived in the air to grab the leash and pulled with full force. Where did he get his strength from? They ate the same filth.
The dog halted in his path and turned towards Bala. But it was in a playful mood. He started licking him all over. And Bala was laughing heartily.
His parents must have been very good looking. She bet he had his mother's smile. Mothers are prettier than fathers, right? She always assumed.
The couple who owned the dog reached the scene and grabbed hold of the leash. They thanked Bala for controlling their dog. The woman spoke with him and took him for a stroll for sometime that seemed like eternity to her!
Why was she so interested in her best friend?
Bala returned along with the lady to where she was waiting.
"Hey! Bala tells me you are his childhood best friend. Would you guys like to eat something?"
She nodded. She was always hungry. Not that they got any proper food to eat for meals.
They ended up having a nice day out in their BIG car. The best she ever had. While dropping them back, the couple asked to check where Bala lived. He took them to his make-believe room.
She was jolted back to reality by a shriek. Bala was screaming happily while being thrown up in the air by the adults surrounding him.
The couple was paying his guardian a handsome amount to adopt him. He was very happy to be leaving this place they called home.
But there remained one question that nagged at her since that ominous day.
Why not her?
© Ishita Nigam Garg
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate.
She turned back, opened the make-believe closet and realised that the only clean piece left for her was torn at the right shoulder. It was a faded pink mid-length dress. She looked for some scarf to wrap around. It would look stupid in 40 degrees Celsius, but she had no other option.
She found her late mother's dirty green stole.
This should do.
She found the lost spring in her stride and headed for the fest. Her childhood best friend had been adopted by the wealthiest of the town and was being taken away the next day.
A few metres away from the celebrations, she could hear the music aloud. It was a festival like no other.
She replayed the events in her head that led to this day.
It happened two months ago.
Both of them were sitting together on the beach when a couple lost control of their dog's leash. Their dog was running on the beach towards a group of kids making sand castles. A little girl in the group saw the dog running towards her and ran screaming to her parents.
Bala, her best friend saw this and sprinted to the scene to help. She got up immediately but realised she was paralysed by fear. She was very scared of dogs.
He was running to stop the dog. His hair had a life of their own. They were the reason why he was called Bala. It seemed as if they were galloping behind with him to stop the dog.
He almost dived in the air to grab the leash and pulled with full force. Where did he get his strength from? They ate the same filth.
The dog halted in his path and turned towards Bala. But it was in a playful mood. He started licking him all over. And Bala was laughing heartily.
His parents must have been very good looking. She bet he had his mother's smile. Mothers are prettier than fathers, right? She always assumed.
The couple who owned the dog reached the scene and grabbed hold of the leash. They thanked Bala for controlling their dog. The woman spoke with him and took him for a stroll for sometime that seemed like eternity to her!
Why was she so interested in her best friend?
Bala returned along with the lady to where she was waiting.
"Hey! Bala tells me you are his childhood best friend. Would you guys like to eat something?"
She nodded. She was always hungry. Not that they got any proper food to eat for meals.
They ended up having a nice day out in their BIG car. The best she ever had. While dropping them back, the couple asked to check where Bala lived. He took them to his make-believe room.
She was jolted back to reality by a shriek. Bala was screaming happily while being thrown up in the air by the adults surrounding him.
The couple was paying his guardian a handsome amount to adopt him. He was very happy to be leaving this place they called home.
But there remained one question that nagged at her since that ominous day.
Why not her?
© Ishita Nigam Garg
