The fitness regimen – a short, short story

He adjusted the headband and checked in the mirror.
“Yes, now the logo is visible!”
He continued admiring the view.
The material of the t-shirt was perfect. The stomach measurements were not. It stretched the fabric!

“Hmm, I will need to sweat a lot !”
The price tag was showing on the track pant. He tore it off.
The sports shoes were costly but not as much as the treadmill.
That purchase had burned a hole in his pocket.
He looked at the clock.
Ten A.M to eleven A.M was exercise time.

The TV timer started beeping.
He thought for a second.
“Maybe I will start tomorrow. I cannot miss this show.”
He heated a bowl of popcorn and took out a can of his favourite soft drink. Then settling down on the couch before the TV, he reached for the remote.

The Soldier – a short, short story

He crumped up the sheet of paper. He could repeat what was on it word for word.
After all, he had read it a hundred times.
‘….your services are no longer required…….inability to cope with the latest technology…..’
The words in the letter were in bold.
‘….on the wrong side of fifty..’ his manager, now ex – manager’s voice echoed in his mind.

His eyes wandered around the room. It came to rest on a faded army uniform. A medal pinned on it caught his eye.
The metal had lost its shine, but the memories it brought back were fresh.
He remembered running through a hail of bullets, carrying a wounded soldier on his shoulder.
“I did not give up then, ” he said to himself, ” Why would I give up now ?”
He picked up a book on computers and started reading it.

A problem of abundance – a short, short story

“Finish your vegetables,” said the boy’s mother.
“I do not like vegetables,” he said.
“You need them to grow strong and healthy.”
“At breakfast, you said eating eggs would make me strong.”
“Do not argue with me,” said his mother.
The phone in the next room began to ring.
“I have to answer the phone. When I return, your plate should be clean.”
The boy looked at the plate full of vegetables. He looked at the window and had an idea.
“Yes, my plate would be clean,” he said and smiled.
He took the plate to the window.
He was about to throw the vegetables out when he saw some children on the street.
They were looking for scrap in the garbage heap.
The boy watched them for a few minutes.
He returned with the plate to the table and began eating the vegetables.