The driveway was spell binding- one side of the road was full of trees, shedding their leaves, hues of green, yellow, red and the other side had sprawling mansions, each unique and beautiful. Everyone marvelled at the fortune of those living in these mansions.
The giant house belonged to Ruby- a widow who terribly missed her husband, next door lived John who had a scarred past and the 3 rd house was of Mili who craved for her parent’s attention. Each house had a different story, heartbreaking, of death, grief, betrayal, abuse, love lost- each story lay hidden under labyrinths of the glassy facade that shone bright.
(100 words)
Linking up with the amazing Rochelle Wisoff who hosts a weekly photo prompt flash fiction challenge.
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Chartered Accountant, Story Teller, Dreamer, Voracious Reader, Blogger, Mommy to a little munchkin, Shopaholic, Day Dreamer.Passionate about my career in the corporate world and aspire to break the glass ceiling, at the same time nurture my passion for writing. My niche area is short stories, I also write on parenting, sexism, life's experiences, micro blogs and flash fiction. I have won the best Parenting blog post at mycity4kids.com the largest parenting website in India, 4 times and several of my posts have been published in the #MostPopular category on this site garnering millions of views. I also write on Bonobology, Rivo Kids, Women's Web and Youth Ki Awaaz. I was chosen as one of the top 10 Indian women bloggers to be followed by Women's Web in 2017. Contact me at akshata.ram@gmail.com
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yes…. each house has a different story…. some sorrow some happiness….. this is what the life is all about……
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Indeed!
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You are right, we never know the struggles other faced. I have read somewhere- Each one is fighting their own struggle. So do not judge or compare. A nice short story.
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True Upasna! Thx for stopping by
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