I took the picture from the drawer. They looked like just some schoolboys, without a care in the world. “Did they grow up on the streets?” I wondered.
Every single one of these boys was gifted, though, specially chosen to study at a distinguished university. They all went on to be prestigious doctors, lawyers, and researchers.
… except one. He became an ordinary street cleaner.
Dad now gone, I put the photo in my wallet. I would find this man, thank him, and learn his story.
You see, 15 years after this photo was taken and three years before I was born, the quick thinking and courage of this seemingly insignificant person saved my father’s life in a freak river accident.
Thank you to Priceless Joy for sponsoring the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. Everyone is invited to participate, just click on the blue froggie to add a link your piece.