Our first step as children,
brought joy to our parents.
But then there was a fall without any warnings.
We rose up and
we fell down.
In the end, no matter how many times we fell,
and we learned how to walk.
For daily prompt: Warning
The sun rises with a bright promise of a new day.
It sets in time fulfilling its promise.
In the evening, I sit in contemplation of what I did and what I could do better for the next day.
Awaiting a new sunrise for the next day, I sleep.
Photo Challenge: Rise/Set
This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to Fatima Fakier Deria for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
He stood in silence as he had for years.
Molly, the cleaning lady, lost her job. Tommy, the driver, lost his.
He knew well of the humans and their nature of deceit.
The lady had slipped the necklace to one of her lovers.
The master was no good either; he too, had several affairs. However, he was the one to poison his father while everyone thought his death was natural.
He stands as its leaves are rustling and listening.
Once again someone is plotting plans under its shade.