The life in a small house was miserable. Travelling was an escape and money was my passion.
One day, my mother broke in tears. She pleaded me to change my attitude. But, I had made the decision. On that evening, under the shade of crimson rays of setting sun, I left my house.
It’s been twenty years and today I’m known as a wealthiest person of the country. I owned a large amount of property but my health is deteriorating.
Doctors have advised me to spend some time away from noise.
So, sitting beside the window of my castle, I’m looking at the calm sea. The dinner is served and the smoked chicken is ready but I’m not hungry.
Doctors are trying to figure it out but the aroma of food has no effect on me. This island is my refuge from the world ,but today my heart is heavy with the weight of my wrongdoings.
No one knows that poverty stricken faces of my siblings still haunt me in my dreams.
This is my submission to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.This weeks photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
The word count is 155. Many thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this event.