Drabble: The Fruit Stall on the Bridge

Written in response to the prompt bridge.

Genre: slice of life, heartwarming


~The Fruit Stall on the Bridge~

He jogged down the massive stone bridge that was the local attraction for fishermen and tourists. Without wavering, he passed the usual sightseeing lookouts and fishing hotspots to a fruit stall on one side of the bridge.

“Hello Aunty!” he greeted with a wave.

The lady manning the stall looked over. Her face lit up as he joined her side.

He first came to the bridge as a place to do his rehab exercise after an accident with ten chickens and a pillow.  At the time, he’d recovered enough that his backyard was too small to actually challenge his body, so he set his sights on something bigger. He couldn’t cover the whole bridge straightaway, but he could at least jog to the midway point and back.

He was out of breath a quarter of the way in.

That was where he first met Aunty. He collapsed near her fruit stall to get his breath back. She generously gave him a sliced papaya to help him rally his strength.

He had moved on to longer tracks now, but he still liked to drop by the stall once a fortnight. Some days, he managed to sneak money into her till. Most days, she blocked his attempts to pay her back like a pro.

A few girls walked over. As they approached the stall, he put on his best smile. If Aunty wouldn’t accept money, he would just repay her with labour.

“Hi ladies, want something sweet?”



I was going to go for something more fantasy-themed, but the ideas I came up with were a hassle to write XP

Posted on October 30, 2016, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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