Moving Out #FridayFictioneer

The sound of shuffling feet from the floor above had rattled Nirmala. “The floor above is empty,” she wondered and asked Bhola to phone Nikhil, “am I losing my mind?”

Unusual occurances at regular interval had shaken Nirmala. Unable to stay inside, Nirmala came out and stood near the front gate. Witnessing the unsual scene, of a group of people pushing a wheel chair bound man by forming a human chain, cheered Nirmala up a bit.

Nirmala hugged her husband tight, as Nikhil returned, and whispered, “lets move out of this place, before any more damage is done.”

Word Count : 99

This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 30^th, Aug, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here.

Photo Prompt : Linda Kreger