Two decades ago, photo centre was the multi purpose hall of Gracia Town. On weekdays, it served as a photo studio. During the weekends, it was used for religious gatherings and at night, it was the IT club for the youth of the town. I remember mama’s message loud and clear, even my shadow was not to fall near Photo centre at night.
Try as much as the elders did to stop the youth from sinning in their religious place, it was all in vain. The youths were as stubborn as the elders were.
After a series of dialogue, the youths deliberated to fight the elders. One look at youth’s able bodies and the elders’ frail one, the mayor decided to end things. Photo centre’s door was locked down, never to be opened again.
Today, photo centre stands with its two strong pillars- a musty smelling, paint fading vacant space which serves as a historical reminder of the fight which almost broke out between the youths and the elders of Gracia town.
word count: 172 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Each week, an image is provided and we write a 75-175 word story on it. Thank you Uday for this week’s image.