Love at the end of the Line

(Photo Credit: Na’ama Yehuda)

No one knew what was awaiting them at the end of the queue. The people lining up were instinctively paying obeisance to the attribute of herd mentality.  Umbrellas of various hues and colours kept the rain at bay as their wielders stood undaunted and unfazed. Baseball caps and bald heads craned their impatient necks and shuffled their impertinent feet. But what were the collective bodies looking for?

Venky with neither cap nor umbrella stood watching the spectacle. “Join us brother” screamed a voice. “I will when you tell me you found love at the end of the line” replied Venky.

(Word Count: 100)

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