Celso saw the little boy from afar holding his mother’s hands while he munched on the apple on his free hand. Celso’s mouth watered; his stomach growled in anticipation. He hid himself behind a nearby trash bin. Keeping his eyes focused on the child, Celso blew on the plastic bag he was holding and knotted its end tight. When the child got close enough, he smashed the bag. The crash sent the apple flying out of the frightened boy’s hands. As the apple fell, Celso swooped down on it and ran away as fast as he could plunging himself right into the busy road.
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This short story was written for JULIA’S PLACE’s –
This week’s prompt is the phrase “…as the apple fell…”.
Please head over to her page for more responses. 🙂
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Loved it! Sadly, it happens more often than we think, thanks for sharing Imelda ! 🙂
Thank you, Noel. Oo nga, madami ang kumakappit sa patalim.
A very interesting story:) wish i can read the rest:)
Thank you Joy for the vote of confidence. Next prompt permitting, this story might go on. 🙂
You are very good story teller. Continue to write more:)
Great story Imelda , Good work 🙂
Thank you, Jake. 🙂
Great writing, Imelda. What a tragic ending.
Hi Adinparadise. Thank you for coming by. It is sad and ironic, isn’t it?