FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.– 100 words story challenge by rochellewisoff
Photo Prompt-
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Fiction
Recycling
Grandmother was pushing the wheelchair, and her five-year-old grandson, sitting on it, was enjoying the ride looking around and watching everything with keen interest.
He was always full of questions.
‘Why these shopping carts are lying there in the water grandma?’ he inquired.
‘ Perhaps they are damaged dear’ she replied.
‘ They will rust in the water. Will they be thrown away? ‘ he was worried.
‘ No dear, metals are either repaired or recycled.’
‘What is recycling?’
‘ They will be melted and made new.’
‘O grandma, why couldn’t doctors get both of us recycled’, grandson chuckled mischievously, ‘you will become young and I’ll get my legs back.’
Sharing Thoughts 
Wise words from the mouth of a five year old. May be in a century or so we shall learn to recycle the essence of individuals experience.
This is very nicely crafted. 🙂
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Dear Indira,
So like a child to see a simple solution. A couple of things, You need a ‘ mark after ‘Will they be thrown away?…and they will be melted. Good characterization of the five year old boy. Bittersweet story and a different take on the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks a lot, I’ll make correction.
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Dear Indira,
A sweet story told well. Good job.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thanks for comment. Its very encouraging.
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A bitter sweet story – related in all innocence as only a child can
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Thanks Eric, coming from you its an honour for me.
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Indira, your dialogue sounds so real. Well done.
jaent
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Thanks dear, so sweet of you to give me a comment like this.
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oh Ma what a beauty..loved the story, and the last line is superb ♥
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Thanks Soma love you.
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