Parched was his throat,he sensed his stomach growling in a strange manner , the sound of which was drowned in the pandemonium of the crowd erupting with joy.
His feet started to tremble, the sun too strong on his slender body which barely witnessed ten summers.
He didn't want to, couldn't do this anymore, walking on this thin rope high up in the air.
He pleaded with his eyes, but the glare from his master busy counting coins from his wornout bag, silenced his resentment.
One more step and he felt light, his body floating through the air, one last thud, and he smiled, his sorrows over for a lifetime.
This post is for five sentence fiction hunger prompt
His feet started to tremble, the sun too strong on his slender body which barely witnessed ten summers.
He didn't want to, couldn't do this anymore, walking on this thin rope high up in the air.
He pleaded with his eyes, but the glare from his master busy counting coins from his wornout bag, silenced his resentment.
One more step and he felt light, his body floating through the air, one last thud, and he smiled, his sorrows over for a lifetime.
This post is for five sentence fiction hunger prompt
6 comments:
It's a sad story, this is what constant hunger does, it kills.
Poor kiddo -- but the life of many of these side show / carnival performers was a harsh and short life indeed. Great writing.
sad story, loved the way you have written
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Very tragic story. Painfully true, though :(
This was sad :/
Liked your approach here.
Well done. A valid and meaningful take on the prompt. My 5SF Story: http://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com
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