This is the city that never sleeps. Behind all the shaded windows, countless mysterious stories unfold themselves in the nights and veil themselves in artificial colors as the sun rises. 15 thousand People; but they are as unknown to each other as they are to their own selves. Thick apathetic curtains conceal their inner self and even identities. And hence they live, as neighbors under the sinful shadows.
A young boy wearing a T-shirt and denims appear from one of the buildings among an array of other sky-high buildings. His hair are styled with jell and a shiny brown leather jacket covers his shirt entirely. His breath smells of friend eggs and his face expressions look as simple as noodles. Hands in pockets, he looks around standing in the middle of the colony. He can hear dull laughter coming out of that red door, where a decent woman lives who once sold her own girl to a rich businessman abroad. A man wearing black suit passes by the boy, a respectable man who supplies drugs all over the country.
He stand there impatiently biting his lips until he took a glance of a girl looking through the window. His heart beats become irregular and a pain initiates at a place where his heart lies, pumping blood through his veins, blood that turned white since all his family got killed in drone attacks when he was 15. She is only one person left in this world that he loves, but he can’t be with her because she is from a high class family. Her father is a politician who is involved in big time frauds and embezzlement but her respectable family can’t marry their daughter to a boy with no job and status.
His past starts playing in the form of a movie in front of his eyes. He remembers the time when a man in black coat came to rescue him while he was shedding tears sitting beside the graves of his entire family. He told him to save his tears and anger for the final day, and he did. He lived 8 years waiting for that final day and today was the day. He stole a final look of her beautiful face and walked forward to catch his flight.
The other day, news papers were filled with headlines about the Suicide bomb blast; several people lost their lives and many were injured. Somewhere in the pile of blood stained body parts lie his head void of pain of losing his beloved ones, eyes caught up at a scene of the place where five graves lie side by side. He didn’t know how many graves he has made to take revenge of those five graves.
A flash fiction piece of 450 words under the limit o 500 words, written for Daily Prompt a well as Write On Edge. This challenge gives a photo prompt along with a quote. It’s up to you whether you want to follow the photo or the quote or both. I chose the photo. To read other awesome entries click on this badge.