The Beggar


It had been a long flight, and now I was exhausted beyond belief. But just as I was about to collapse, I saw the bench in the park. He was sitting on it calmly, eating a double cheeseburger and coke.

“Please  I beg of you, can you give me some food please,” I croaked through my parched lips.

“Ewww, go away, ” he replied with disdain.

“I’m dying, please help me,” I pleaded.

He seemed to be melting  but said, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to look somewhere else.”

Tears were flowing freely down my face now, as I thought of my hungry kids at home. “Just one bite, I promise, I’ll just take away the rest for my kids, I’ll die before I tell anyone I got it from you, I swear on my kids,” I wailed.

That finally got to him, and as he hopped off the bench and walked away to keep a lookout, he warned me, “Be quick about it. I’ll get into big trouble if someone sees us and reports to the authorities. You know we are not supposed to feed you humans, especially the personal slaves of the pigeon king.”


195 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Susan Spaulding. The challenge is to write a story of 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For more details, visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.



About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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8 Responses to The Beggar

  1. draliman says:

    I knew those pigeons were up to something.

  2. Iain Kelly says:

    Nice switch of roles. The idea of a pigeon king fills me with dread for some reason.

  3. ceayr says:

    Good story, neat twist

  4. Sarah Ann says:

    Such a wonderful reveal at the end.

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