Friday Fiction- Justice delayed…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

100 words

Justice Delayed…

Justice delayed is justice denied.

The victim had evidences, witnesses, public and media sympathy and strong belief on the judiciary.

The accused had money, power and a shrewd lawyer who stretched the case so long that he had enough time to buy witnesses, destroy evidences and build proof that he was not present at the place of crime.

Public sympathy died after initial candle march and few days mourning and media lost interest as it thrives on TRP.

Victim lost the case, belief on the judiciary and hope.

Without hope died victim’s soul.

Only body is waiting for the actual burial.

Friday Fictioneers- SHOPPING MALL?

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SHOPPING MALL?

This is the biggest shopping mall but with a difference.

Don’t get mislead by the closed shutters.

Behind them are stocks of various types of weapons.

They are to be sold to terrorists and developing countries to fight their neighboring countries over border disputes.

One thing is sure, however greedy these suppliers may be but no one can blame them for being biased.

They supply weapons without discrimination.

This is how they become richer and powerful and developing countries become poorer by purchasing weapons to gain power over their neighboring countries without thinking about their own important issues of development.

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneer/ Retreat

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot- Thanks for photo prompt

 

Retreat

My spiritual guru’s voice was ringing in my head as I started climbing the stairs.

‘Each step will take you to the eternal light. Don’t look back .Surrender and you will attain enlightenment and salvation’

I thought it easy as I had nothing to lose except this sickly body which has given me nothing but miseries.

I was about to take the plunge when fear of surrendering to unknown grasped me.

Back there was at least world of known hell of addictive miseries. Whereas here was surrendering to unknown about which I was not sure.

I retreated to my hell.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers- Meeting Culture

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson

 Meeting culture

Every visit to the Sacred River greets them with the stink of leftover food, used plastic cups/ bottles and stale flowers, thrown in the river by the residents after rituals, and picnickers, without any concern,

How  they long for fresh air, clean sparkling water.

Every time they blame the government and people for failing to keep the environment clean.

Every time they vow to do something about it.

Every time they pat each other’s back for their awareness and concern.

Every time they treat themselves to a sumptuous lunch and postpone plan of action for  next meeting.

Friday Fiction- Not Fair!

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PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

99 words

 

Not Fair

 

Waiting in his battered car, to dump his baggage in another car’s Dickey, he must have dozed off.

Suddenly he heard a car stopped behind. He ducked.

Someone ordered, ‘ dump it in that battered car’s Dickey; it will be easy to open.’

‘Boss! Looks like there is one already here.’

‘Let the fool take care of both. Hurry up.’

He wondered, ‘how will I dispose two? As if one was not enough. This is not fair.’

She would have nagged, as usual, ‘serves you right you old bum!’ 

But she can’t. No one can, when not in one piece.

 

Friday Fictioneers- Conscience

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Thanks Ted Strutz for the photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Word Count- 100

Conscience

‘Life is a carnival; Let us enjoy all the joy rides. Who cares for the share market, banks and economy?’

They were a bunch of bankers, stock brokers and analyst enjoying reward of their greed, gamble and bonus culture. Their indulgence knew no bound.

Suddenly conscience of one of them started tormenting him. In spite of the fear that anyone of his partner in crime may shoot him, he wrote a book about how they were responsible for downfall of stock market and world economy.

He was happy that at last he listened to his conscience but the harm was done.

 

Friday Fiction-The Proud Owner

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Friday fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff, PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

 

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

word count-100

The Proud Owner

The proud owner of the house forgot that he has to leave it one day.

He took great pride in maintaining it with utmost care and love,  surrounded it with a beautiful garden.

He devoted all his time in beautifying its exterior, neglecting its interior and other aspects of life. He neglected maintaining good relationship with relatives, friends and neighbours.

When the time to departure came he repents,

‘One must always make balance in maintaining the interior and exterior of the house, one must plant seeds of good karma so the fragrance of flowers of good karma will remain forever.’

 

Friday Fictioneers- Forlorn

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

Fiction

100 words

Forlorn

A forlorn boat,

Recalling its journey of sailing stealthily one night,

Overloaded with men and women

Huddled like cattle

Collected from some poor country

Lured with promises of food, security and job

Chained together

To unknown destination to them

Where slavery and ill fate

Awaits them

Suddenly human trafficker gets a signal

‘Coast guards are on the way to catch him’

In his haste to escape

Forces them to jump in the sea

Leaves them to be buried alive

And sails away with his boat

No one searches for them

No one missed them

Sea hides all signs of crime.

Friday Fictioneers –”Salvation”

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“Salvation”

Fiction- By Indira- 100 words

She was  arrogant, rude and never thought   twice before  humiliating servants in front of  others.
No servant lasted with her except  all rounder Ramu, who swallowed his pride as she paid generously  but now he was also exasperated with her and wanted to quit but not without teaching her a lesson.
So when she ordered him to repair her  dear synthesizer, which  also had to tolerate her singing in hoarse voice.
Ramu saw his chance.
After completing his job he patted it apologetically.
He said – ” Goodby synthesizer, and sorry, but it is your salvation too” and left the house forever.