This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 24 January 2016. The task is to write a short story of 200 words or less for the supplied photograph.
There is tallest. There is shortest. There is largest. There is smallest. Every kind makes its name.
What matters is, you stand still. You will get hammered, beaten, thrashed, pounded, drenched, every unnamed kind and order. It’s about how you take them all. It’s not easy to stand still and unshaken. It needs a lot of determination. It comes with a price and pay. Today to stand still, there were many yesterday’s of slog.
The tallest building in London – the Shard, has a message. It’s very momentous and a lesson for life. Said the dad to his son.
Son promptly replied, “Yes dad, I know you were one of the engineer’s behind it and I am very proud of you”.
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