Genre: Urban, Slice of Life
“Sweet ma’am, 10 Rupees please, I’m hungry.” He tapped the car’s window till the traffic signal turned green.
“Not so sweet ma’am, eh?” Latika teased as he ran back to the footpath amidst traffic.
“She was a fat whore! I made no money today.” He lit a beedi and sat next to her.
“I made a good deal. Bunch of guys liked my gymnastics; gave me 100 Rupees. We can split it” She said, taking the beedi from him.
“Horny bastards! They touched you?” He asked.
She took a long drag of the beedi. “Only with their eyes.”
98 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.
For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.
This week’s prompt comes from Claire Fuller. Amazing art form, there is so much said in it, that words fall short. I felt a strong connection with the prompt the moment I saw it. But my heart sank at the same time, wondering what I would be doing with it!
I tried to write something different, something more real than fiction, at least in the part of the world I come from. Beggars are very common in India, and while it is very easy to feel sorry for the downtrodden, things are never as simple as they look. Nothing is black and white, only grey and greyer. The story alludes to the prompt, albeit vaguely. Not sure if anyone else would feel the connection too.