The villagers are ecstatic to see the excavator working its way though the site of “birth” of the new shopping center. The village headman , administrative and development officers are queued up around the foundation site. However, for the villagers , the most important person today, their venerated hero is , Mr. Seth.
A few months ago, the same equipment had caused semi-annihilation in the village. The construction of national highway had resulted in demolition of shops of small shopkeepers, the debris announcing loss of livelihood . Mr. Seth has worked relentlessly to expedite the task of rehabilitation of the dispossessed villagers, using his connections in the media , negotiating with the local leaders and bureaucrats , shaking the foundations of dormancy with his characteristic revolutionary zeal.
“Congratulations Mr. Seth . So, you are never going to take up that job in the city, are you?”, asks his wife , standing next to him . “Still, some more agendas to work on . I am going to need your help in some of my projects “ replies Mr . Seth. After a brief pause, he adds ,“You like it here now , don’t you?”
This story was written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #21, where participants have to write a flash fiction piece under 200 words, inspired by the photo prompt for the given week.