Wednesday, 14 June 2017

The departure.

              It had been a long, insufferable year for Daji, and his family of six; in fact, it seemed to be the story of every farmer one met in the region. The cruel drought that had wreaked havoc on the entire state for the second consecutive year, had robbed not only the livelihood of the poor farmer, but also the lives of many, who had been crushed under a mountain of debt they would never be able to repay.

          Daji squatted on the dusty hot platform, waiting for the train, which would take him and his family to a city, where his hopes, and dreams for a future, seemed to call out to him. He turned to look at his wife, who caught the look of uncertainty in his eyes; the eyes that had seen life changing in a flash, the tired rheumy eyes, which had stared unblinkingly at the sky, longing for the grey clouds to wash away their sorrows, the eyes, which had witnessed many a lives being snuffed out, looked scared. Could this departure from their past, bring respite to their parched lives, and happiness in an unknown future?

[Lillie McFerrin Writes] Five Sentence Fiction - Departure

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