The Waiting Room #SundayPhotoFiction


Sitting in the small waiting room lined with cheap plastic chairs, Shalini felt the room lit with an artificial light resembled her life. Shalini was asked to wait here, as the inspector got a phone call and had to leave. Still clueless about the proceedings so far, Shalini was also not sure, how much longer she would have to wait in the police station.

Madam, inspector sahab is back,” Shalini was woken up from her thought by a police constable, “please join him in his office.”

Sorry to keep you waiting,“ the inspector’s apology appeared insincere but what he said was important, “your friend Shyam had jumped from the 13thfloor apartment of Shyam. Police is investigating if it is a murder or suicide;I shall talk to you again, if need arises.”


Madam, you have to come to station, inspector Sharma wants to talk to you.” Police constable Damle showed up Sandhya’s door step, when she was preparing to go out. Ever since that ill fated party when Shyma took the plunge, Sandhya had felt disturbed.

What is this woman doing here?” Sandhya’s anxiety worsened seeing Shalini leaving the waiting room, “god knows what she had fed the police!

Word Count : 202

Read : A New Opening

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Jul 20th, 2019, for Aspiring Writers. For other stories on the theme, look here.

Photo Credit : Arun Sharma

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