Greetings, 50-worders and readers. This is my entry to @jayna's #fiftywords challenge. This week’s prompt is “water.” You can see the details of the challenge here: @jayna/fifty-wordshortstorychallenge-storyround-upandnewprompt-prd2sbjrvl
Fast (a 5o-Word Story for @jayna)
I woke up late again. No bags on the table or kitchen. Maybe Dad was still in the market.
Tried to be fast. Brushed, swept, wiped.
Noticed the front door was still locked.
In his room Dad was staring at his laptop.
Anything for breakfast?
Water, he said, without turning.
I guess the story is self-explanatory. For some people around the world food is taken for granted. It is a given. It comes with being a citizen of a given country. Even though there is poverty even in the most prosperous countries, not having enough to eat tends to be the exception to the rule. For some countries, though, poverty became the rule. At least the parent in the story shows the kind of shame that comes with not being able to provide for those who depend on you. But when politicians look at you in the face through the TV screens and categorically affirm, on your behalf, that no help is needed, then we have the personification of shamelessness.
Ayuno
Me desperté tarde otra vez. Ninguna bolsa en la mesa o en la cocina. Quizás Papá todavía estaba en el Mercado.
Traté de ser rápida. Me cepillé, barrí, pasé un trapito.
Noté que la puerta de la calle todavía tenía seguro.
En su cuarto Papá contemplaba su laptop.
¿Algo de desayunar?
Agua, me respondió, sin voltear.
Thanks for your reading. Looking forward to your comments.
