This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jessica Haines. Thank you Jessica for our photo prompt!
As I went to drive home from the school that day I noticed him. It was Fred, one of the boys from my class. It was almost as though it was the first time I noticed him as he took slow, shuffling, steps in the rain. His hood was completely covering his face and his hands were shoved deeply into his pockets as he moved along.
The bag he had strapped to his back looked incredibly heavy and I immediately felt sorry for him. I am not sure why but I just put the image to the back of my mind and carried on driving so that I could get home.
Looking back, I should not have been surprised when he did not turn up at school the next day. The rumour of the quiet boy’s suicide filled me with a dread that built into a crescendo until it was confirmed in the staffroom.
I could have stopped this if I had not been in such a hurry to get home.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers