Every week, a photo is used as a prompt to create a story using 200 words. If you would like to have a go, then head over to the Sunday Photo Fiction page. If you want to read other stories, then click the link here.
The man stood, leaning against the wall with people walking past him, taking no notice, not saying anything, not looking at him. He may as well have not existed.
He longed to throw some money into the wishing well, to make a wish, to try to change this life … if you could call it a life: wake up; beg for food; sleep. He remembered how he came to be in this predicament. He found a wishing well and made a wish. He did not realise that wishes needed to be word perfect, as one wrong word changes the whole outcome of the wish. He asked for money not to mean anything. He meant for it be a way to end poverty and world hunger. Unfortunately, it meant that any money he had would be worthless after twenty seconds of handling it.
Seeing a coin on the floor and knew he could change everything now, but he had to within twenty seconds. He now knew what he wanted to wish for and ran, grabbed the coin and dropped it in the well. “I wish there was no world hunger.” He smiled, and then went cold. Everybody vanished. He was alone.