Surrounded by bright almost blinding camera flashes, carpet as red as fresh human blood, bodies in ensemble more expensive than my house, I felt overwhelmed and lost at the same time.
I am an indie actress with a promising film nominated in Cannes Film Festival. This is big. Bigger than my dreams as a kid.
As the world waits for the show to start, my eyes widely surveys the festive scene. Then I saw the blue, the yellow and the red drinks— the colours of my country’s flag.
They took me home. Away from the limelight and shimmering cinematic sight. Near my beloved yet almost hungry-all-the-time children.
If only my eyes can swallow all they see, I will take them all and free my children from the prison called poverty.
Word count: 130
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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
NOTE: The three wine glasses have the colours of my country’s flag. 🙂
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.