Partnered to serve

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 J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too. I came with another story and couldn’t stop myself from sharing it. Hope you enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Days of searching, now stopped. My partner and I stood against an old abandoned building.

“Should we go or wait.”

“Why wait? Let’s g….”

A screeching siren had interrupted us. It came from inside the place.

“Do you think, somebody….”

Jerry started moving, and I followed him like Mary’s lamb.

Terror was walking in the air. Something was hanging in the dark against the wall. I neared it.

I heard a sound from behind. It was the cracking sound of my skull.

I turned around. The light was fleeing the scene. The door was taking me in. The case — CLOSED.

We believe in them

balancing scale a Google image

Politicians’ efforts are always included in the making of a country. They take an oath to serve the country and its people, and they serve. Involuntary or voluntary they are adorned with: money, power and fame. They serve us in many ways. We believe in them. We, believe them.

And then there are other people like bus drivers, fire fighters, plumbers, rescue workers, mill workers, waiters, labours, farmers and many more who are also involved in the making of a country. They take no official oath to serve the people of the country and yet, they serve. Involuntary or voluntary they are always deprived of money, they don’t have power and fame is not theirs to own. They serve us in many ways. We believe in them. We believe them.

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