“Save regularly, who knows your college education may come out of this,” said Pavitra as he gifted the procelain piggy bank to his daughter.
“This dog is not staying in my room. I don’t want to look at a dog, as soon as I get up.. What is this world coming to? In place of gods, we now look at a dog, first thing in the morning! Are we losing all sense of propriety?” his wife made her displeasure very clear as she refused to keep the dog in her room.
Today, his wife’s angry voice drew Pavitra’s attention “Look what your daughter has brought home! Did you buy her this? Didn’t I tell you not give phone to a fifteen year old. Where did she get money for this?”
Like any teenager, Soma is fascinated with gadgets. Pavitra saw the phone in her hand. Nearby, piggy bank lay broken.
Word Count: 149
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading!
Picture Credit: Yinglan