Microfiction — 100 Word Story
The Broken Piggy Bank
An Angry Soul
Packing my bag with essentials, certificates, and some cash, I mulishly said ‘I’m leaving’.
Her placid face made me wonder if I was being too optimistic to assume she wanted me home.
Walking out, I hid behind the tree expecting her. No signs of the woman.
" She has been long planning to disown me!" teary and devastated, I had no clue where to go.
With a bruised ego, I sat on dad’s scooter starving and stiff-necked for an 8-year-old.
Then came the woman with a bowl of rice and milk.
How do I fix my broken piggy bank now?
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