They say friends are the family we choose for ourselves, but I would say only true friends can become family. There had been eight of us in the group, a mixed bunch of teenagers with only one dream to rise above the squalor which seemed endemic in our nation. We had big dreams, dreams we were willing to die for; at least at that stage of life we thought so. As the years went by each one drifted in a different direction life took its toll, but through it all Raju, Farhan and I stayed together subconsciously knitting our way into a family unit.
I sit here in my chair looking at the picture reminiscing on our adventures, I can’t help smiling at the young boys who sought to conquer the world. A shadow falls over my shadow I look up to see my friends smiling at the picture with tears in their eyes. They have come to bid me farewell they were my only family and by midnight I shall no longer be with them.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.
Thank you Joy for hosting and thank you Ellespeth’s friend for the photograph.
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