The Shepherd

A vegetable hawker irately halted his nearly empty cart near a meadow of a hamlet, where a flock of sheep were grazing in the early afternoon as a farmer’s boy watched them

“Did you bunk off school? And where is your father? He hasn’t supplied any vegetables since the past week.” the worried hawker furiously questioned him.

“My father is in the city to work as a daily wage labourer, he said that he’s deep  in debt”, replied the happy-go-lucky young lad by spontaneously spinning a long stick in mid-air.

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7 comments

    • This short fiction story has many layers of meaning, may be it does not match to your level of understanding, as one blogger has rightly stated in his comment – this story is ‘food for thought’.

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