He had a very sad childhood. An abusive father and a helpless mother.
He used to feel very helpless and wanted to do something for his mother. His only solace was writing and an old typewriter became his friend.
Every night he used to type stories to distract himself. He left home at the age of 18 for studies and never went back.
After 6 years he got the news of his parent’s divorce. And went home where he saw his old friend, the typewriter.
He took the typewriter with him as it was the reason for his new life today.
Today he is a famous writer and his novels are bestsellers.
This is a small fiction written as a part of a flash fiction and the given prompt.
February 8, 2017 at 1:30 am
A happy ending to a sad story.
February 8, 2017 at 9:22 am
Thanks for stopping by Mel 🙂
February 8, 2017 at 1:36 am
I’ve often thought of starting a collection of old typewriters (not like there are any new ones.) Each one feels so personal and has its own personality. I don’t miss the carbon paper though!
February 8, 2017 at 9:23 am
Yes old typewriters have their own charm. It would be fun to type on them. Thanks for stopping by 🙂
February 9, 2017 at 1:10 am
That’s a poignant story.Superb tale on the prompt.
February 9, 2017 at 8:41 am
Thanks a lot Amrita..glad you liked it. 🙂
February 10, 2017 at 6:47 pm
Lovely interpretation – I have to wrote mine too… neglected the prompt for long!
February 10, 2017 at 10:47 pm
Thanks Shalini..glad you liked it 🙂
February 11, 2017 at 3:29 am
Happy Ending as always, Good Read !
February 11, 2017 at 9:26 am
Thanks a lot Atul 🙂
February 11, 2017 at 9:31 am
thats the way, ray of light at the end of a sad life. nice Deepa
February 11, 2017 at 11:31 am
Thanks tina 🙂
February 17, 2017 at 6:37 pm
A quick and nice read!!
February 17, 2017 at 7:59 pm
Thanks again 🙂