Hans sat under a tree, brooding. Passersby muttered their greetings, and he spat back. Misers!
He cursed himself for being a cripple. Ten years had passed since that night. He never heard that tune again.
Growing up in a children-less town sucked!
The Boy of Hamelin
L.E.R.T 
Such a clever story giving this alternative POV.
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Thank you, Sarah Ann. The prompt was very challenging and absolutely fantastic.
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That’s a different take on the tale. I like it
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That’s a different take on the tale. I like it.
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Thank you, Piyali.
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Oh buy, poor kid, unable to leave with the others.
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He’d be a tad bitter, right?
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I have nominated you for the Mysterious Blogger Award. 🙂
https://namiwise.wordpress.com/2018/08/02/mysterious-blogger-award/
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A very interesting perspective on this story! Hans’ bitterness and longing really comes through. I didn’t love the last line – for me, the vernacular broke the fairy tale “vibe.”
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Very true now I look back at it. Thanks for the comment, Christine. Much appreciated.
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Fabulous micro fiction this!
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Thank you, Natasha.
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The boy who was left behind! Brilliant!
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Have always wondered what would be his mindset. Glad this prompt came by. 🙂
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Simply loved this, Varad. I always wondered about that kid who got left behind.
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Same here. I always love these YeahWrite challenges. They really are challenging. Loved your take as well, Meena. 🙂
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Thanks!
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