Sunday, 6 April 2014
A whimsical step by my father pushed us into the dark lanes of extreme poverty .
Surrendering our lives into the clutches of fate that seemed to have seized us in it’s fist .
Those days of hardships made me feel , as if it was a trap for the lifetime .
The starved faces of my family coerced me to agree to every disagreeable proposal even though it demanded me to sell my body .
And just then she appeared , my old headmistress , an unexpected visitor inside our dingy single room , offering me a job at my school and restoring my faith on humanity .
A 100 words ( Write Tribe's 100 words on Saturday 2014 # 10 ) Five Sentence Fiction with prompt " Whimsical " and Blog Adda's WOW prompt "It was a trap" .
As today's a holiday for A-Z Challenge's participants so linking it up with Ultimate Blog Challenge
Promise...asked me one day Why do you promise ? When you can't Turning me into an unholy chant I am like the sunshine and the dust ...