PHOTO PROMPT 
Shaktiki Sharma
Kagiso was cold. The rain soaked through his clothes and backpack. He thought of going back home. His father’s stern face yelling at him flashed through his mind. He was never going back.
He stopped at the movie theater and another memory fluttered through his thoughts. He was ten years old, and he was re-enacting parts of the action movie his father took him to see. They laughed together at his antics. A smile smoothed his tense face and the warmth of the bright theater lights touched his heart as he whispered, “Ntate, my father.”
Kagiso sprinted home.
(98 words)
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Some notes:
Ntate means my father in Setswana, a language of Southern Africa mainly spoken in Botswana and South Africa.
Kagiso pronounced Ka-khee-soh (guttural ‘g’)
This was written for Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write micro fiction of 100 words or less. Visit Rochelle’s site for more info.
Fatima Fakier 
Dear Fatima,
A lovely story. I hope Kagiso is going home to a loving resolution. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle, much appreciated. Teenagers can be volatile and self-absorbed. But eventually they make the right decisions, well at least in Kagiso’s case. Thank you again.
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I’m so very glad he did go home! I’m sure his father will be so happy to see him, he won’t be so stern…
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Sometimes it takes a crisis or tragedy to bring to light that something is wrong. And yes his dad will be glad. Thank you Dale.
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This was perceptive and hertwarming
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Thank you, Michael.
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I think that Kagiso really knows he has a good Ntate
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Yes luckily love triumphed in the end. Thank you Michael.
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