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Love at the end of the Line

by Venky

(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)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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7 comments

Susan A Eames September 28, 2019 - 5:29 am

Ha ha – and who can blame him? Nice little story.

Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos

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venkyninja1976 September 28, 2019 - 12:51 pm

Thanks Much!

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crispina kemp September 28, 2019 - 12:56 pm

Now love, I can agree, might be worth the queueing. Nice one, Venky 🙂

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venkyninja1976 September 28, 2019 - 7:54 pm

Thank you so much!

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crispina kemp September 28, 2019 - 8:16 pm

🙂

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Natasha September 29, 2019 - 2:12 pm

Love at the end of the tunnel, eh?

🙂

Nice one.

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venkyninja1976 September 29, 2019 - 2:14 pm

Ha ha! Metaphorically speaking, at least!

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