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❇️ Given prompt: "It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline..."
❇️ Story: It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline. He could feel the wind knocked out from his body and latched at the wall for support. One of the uniformed men was suddenly at his side with a faint shadow of a smirk on his face, seeing his apparent weakness. He was never able to understand the joy that cops derived at seeing people behave as humans. “How are you related to this man?” the officer barked. “He is.., I mean was..”. He paused for a second, and then continued on,” a childhood friend. He was also an orphan like me, and we had stayed together at one of the state run foster homes. He was adopted by some family later and I never met him since then, until recently a month back. I recognized him, and after we got talking, he invited me to his place today.” “So, what did you speak about?”, the cop fired, while jotting everything down. “We just talked for a minute, as he looked to be in a hurry. He insisted me to come here, and said that we will catch up.”, he replied, his eyes darting towards the stairways. As if on cue, 2 officers started walking and blocked the way. “And what about you?”, the officer. “There was a fire, and the place got shut down. Had a job at a store for some time. Couldn’t stick at any job for long. Am in and out shelter homes for now.” “You in touch with any of your friends?”, the officer was staring hard at him now. “No. We all went our separate ways. Our home was the best. The best thing we had”, he replied. “And was it the New Hope Home for Boys?”, asked another officer, walking towards him. His heart missed a beat, while he nodded. “Your friend here was part of a gang who sells organs in the black market. Victims involved others from your home. As you see, things got heated here, and resulted in what you see now. By the looks of it, they were prepping the other room for surgery. Now we know who that was for. Homeless people whom no one will miss.”
- by Sreejith (#sree) @WritersClub
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❇️ Given prompt: "It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline..."
❇️ Story: It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline. He could feel the wind knocked out from his body and latched at the wall for support. One of the uniformed men was suddenly at his side with a faint shadow of a smirk on his face, seeing his apparent weakness. He was never able to understand the joy that cops derived at seeing people behave as humans. “How are you related to this man?” the officer barked. “He is.., I mean was..”. He paused for a second, and then continued on,” a childhood friend. He was also an orphan like me, and we had stayed together at one of the state run foster homes. He was adopted by some family later and I never met him since then, until recently a month back. I recognized him, and after we got talking, he invited me to his place today.” “So, what did you speak about?”, the cop fired, while jotting everything down. “We just talked for a minute, as he looked to be in a hurry. He insisted me to come here, and said that we will catch up.”, he replied, his eyes darting towards the stairways. As if on cue, 2 officers started walking and blocked the way. “And what about you?”, the officer. “There was a fire, and the place got shut down. Had a job at a store for some time. Couldn’t stick at any job for long. Am in and out shelter homes for now.” “You in touch with any of your friends?”, the officer was staring hard at him now. “No. We all went our separate ways. Our home was the best. The best thing we had”, he replied. “And was it the New Hope Home for Boys?”, asked another officer, walking towards him. His heart missed a beat, while he nodded. “Your friend here was part of a gang who sells organs in the black market. Victims involved others from your home. As you see, things got heated here, and resulted in what you see now. By the looks of it, they were prepping the other room for surgery. Now we know who that was for. Homeless people whom no one will miss.”
- by Sreejith (#sree) @WritersClub
🎉Congratulations🎉 and keep writing..
You have won 50 Reward Points.
@PensivePost #InkSlingers
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