Mum watched me anxiously from the window. I gave her a smile and a wave.
The curfew had been lifted two days ago. I was the only one outside. The National Guard had gone home. Maybe it was the rain that kept everyone inside.
The new President had lifted the ban. Dad said things would get back to normal soon.
None of my friends had ventured out yet. Dad said my best friend Anwar wouldn’t be back. I was sad about that.
It was great to feel fresh air again. To splash in the puddles. To have the room to run around.
I’d probably have to go back to school sometime, but that didn’t seem so bad anymore. Better than being stuck in the house.
I spotted another kid at the end of the street. I went up to her and said hi. There wasn’t any place to go so we just splashed in the puddles together.
The rain stopped and the clouds blew away. The sun came out.
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story, in around 150 words based on the weekly photo prompt. This week is the 100th Challenge, congratulations and thanks to PJ for hosting and reaching this milestone. For more information visit HERE.
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