Wallflower’s tale

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”


The picture shows it all.. But I’ll tell you a story. About a lady, a call girl as you say. I see her, from my early age. I went to school, she waited outside the cinema for her work. I went to college, she picked up some other girls. Now I go to office, she remains the same. My age grows, her doesn’t. Her work, her makeup, her lipstick doesn’t allow her. I see, I keep quiet, I understand. I never get close to her, never say a good or bad thing, not even a hi or a bow, she never knows me. I won’t feel ashamed, nor she will, but let her remain as she is, as I am.. May be that’s the perks of being a wallflower…