Why Do I Even Bother: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Photo copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Why Do I Even Bother?

The signal changed from yellow to red for the gazillionth time. “People jaywalk, drivers ignore me.” The traffic signal grumbled under its breath, “Why do I even bother?”

Deciding to share its misery with the humans who made its life miserable, the signal changed its timing, making the long wait times even longer during the rush hour.

Then it saw a young girl holding her mother’s hand, waiting patiently to cross. Finding someone who paid attention cheered up the signal to no end. It changed to green in their direction, winking at the girl as she stepped off the curb.

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12 thoughts on “Why Do I Even Bother: Fiction Friday

  1. A cute and heartwarming story. On a deeper level it made me think about people in customer service roles who work hard to do a good job but are treated as though they’re invisible.
    Incidentally, in South Africa, traffic lights are referred to as “robots” – in the context of your story this conjures up thoughts about developments in artificial intelligence.

    • I didn’t know about the ‘robot’ name for traffic lights. Interesting. Also shows how everyone’s background can lead to a different interpretation to a story or an experience.

      • I’m not sure why South Africans use the term; maybe it’s because the original lights replaced policemen who directed traffic at busy junctions? It’s another example of the potential for misunderstanding when asking for directions – “turn right at the robot” would make sense to a local, but a stranger could drive for miles without a clue.

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