Friday Fictioneers Challenge : Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of the challenge here.)
“How do you like the view?” asked the man in front of me.
“Well , i appreciate the beauty” said i looking outside the window at the magnificent hills.
He smiled and stared at the river. He never once stopped looking at the river. Curiosity always got the better of me.
“Why are you looking at the river and no where else?”
” I owe everything to the river , i won a poetry prize because of that” said the man with nostalgia in his voice.
” Oh that’s great , which prize was that?”
” My poem Ode to the river won….
“Oh my god!! you are not Anthony , are you?”
“Well, as a matter of fact i am”
“You remember me? Parvathi!! back from your high school days.”
He now owes a friend to the river too. 😛