“Mom, it’s broken.”
Sneha sighed, “What did you do today?”
Teary eyed Jai replied, “Nothing, mom. I swear. I was just riding the bike.”
“And, you fell?”
“No. I just got off and it snapped.”
“Just like that? But it’s only been a month!”
“I didn’t do it. Promise.”
“Fine. We’ll go back to the store and get it replaced.”
The clock’s hands touched 5.30 pm and the bell above the cycle shop clinked as Sneha and Jai pushed it open. In the back room, Mr. Dubey heard the sound and chuckled in glee. Right on time, as always.
Coming out with his most professional air, he listened sympathetically and nodded saying, ‘Yes, those damn foreign brands. Here’s a piece that will stay for much longer.
Sneha winced, ‘You said that last time too.’
Shrugging, Dubey said, ‘Hey lady. The best I’ve got. Take it or leave it.’
Ten minutes later, he sat there, his chubby fingers counting the crisp notes.
Welcome to the Bar-A-Thon, the blogging challenge over at Blog-A-Rhythm. I’m blogging every day this week and will be writing short pieces of fiction on each of the daily prompts.
I’ve also taken up the theme of the 7 deadly sins and will touch upon one each day.
Today’s prompt: Fragile lives
Today’s theme: Greed