She lives hidden, behind the alleys;
Underneath the shadows, of those daunting sky-scrappers…
She may be poor, and live in shambles, yet,
Its her holding, the reins of humanity that surrounds.
Without her, the place comes to a chilling stand-still,
With even the rich ones, having to bow-down to her mercy!

Groceries to fruits; to veggies, to meat and loafs,
Her little store is like a treasure-trove,
All, dependent on her, to get their daily supplies,
A single holiday by her, throws their lives in jeopardy instant!
The rich ain’t really that powerful, afterall,
For this power-woman is the one
Who holds the key to their survival!

This 100 word post is for friday fictioneers and magpie tales 296 ( Image Copyright – © Roger Bultot/Joachim Buecklaer, 1560 )
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  1. Anonymous13:08

    A great take on this one.

  2. She does seem to carry a bit of power - yes? Interesting take on the prompt, I like it.

  3. Fantastic! Yes, how quickly the affluent forget upon whose shoulders they rest! Nicely done.

  4. thanks a lot everyone :-)


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