“By evening we shall be there,” the man told his son, “I shall get a job and we shall eat properly.”
“I want a room,” said the tired and shabbily dressed man, to manager of the cheap hotel, “one that is the cheapest.”
“I can give one room, no bed and no toilet,” said the manager.
“Fine,” said the man looking at his kid, “in a few days I shall find a job and move to a better place.”
Time passed. Job remained elusive. Savings dried up.
“Is there any organization that can take care of my child?” he asked the manager, “at least he should get something to eat.”
A foul smell of human secretion and excrements, a pile of discarded clothing, and sight of a kid sleeping on the floor between two chairs under a temporary canopy.
“Another dream of a better life gone sour” social worker wondered.
Word Count: 150
Competition No. 201
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge of 21thJan, 2019 hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! Other entries on the topic can be found here.
Photo Credit: H R R Gorman