Adam roamed aimlessly on the streets of Venice- the beautiful city which held dear memories since decades.
As a child, he clutched his Mumma’s hand as they walked on this very street- as his Mom bought some custard and pie and he had his weekly treat of popsicles.
He then grew up and walked with his friends, their roving eyes looking at pretty girls as they laughed aloud sharing a joke, munching on peanuts.
Then came the special walk with Angela- the walk down the aisle as they took a vow to stand by each other- they walked hand in hand, shared a glass of wine at “Rosemary” and she shopped to her heart’s delight at “Manor”.
The kids came, 1,2,3 and it was a harried walk- to buy kids clothes, essentials, baby food, laundry- no time to stand and stare.
Today, he had all the time. The kids has flown the nest, he had just left a wreath of flowers at his beloved Angela’s grave- he had nothing to do, nothing to look forward to.
A lone tear trickled down his cheek, I wish I dint live to see this day he thought.
A chubby finger clutched his hand “Grandpa I want some popsicles” -he smiled. There was always something to be thankful about- God never failed his children.
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Sweet story
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Thanks!
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A great idea to tell a life story through the street. Well done.
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Thanks so much Ian
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A delightful tale with a heartwarming end. |Excellent.
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Thx so much Keith!!
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The journey of a iifetime captured in so few words. Brilliant!
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Thanks so much Reena
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Redemption comes from grandchildren and I should know.
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That’s heartening to hear James
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Very heart-warming and a reminder of the bitter with the sweet that is life. Nice job!
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Well done! I loved that each line had new reminisces about his walks and memories on the street!
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Indeed it did. Thanks for stopping by
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Lovely tale, the street that has seen it all. The desolation and then rebirth of Adam’s spirit has been so beautifully depicted.
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Thanks! You have summed it up wonderfully
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Touching and nicely woven.
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Thanks a ton for stopping by
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Lovely! Thank you for sharing this beautiful silver lining! New Year, New Tools.
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Thanks Shirley for reading!
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This is beautiful Akshata! Life’s journey seen through the alleys of a lane…
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Thanks so much dear Meha
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Heartwarming story, Akshata. And I loved the ending, there is always something to be thankful for – gives hope to one. 🙂
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Very true Vinitha thanks for reading
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Quite a turn at the end . I thought he didn’t want to see this day. Was it really his grandson? He wouldn’t have been so despondent if it really was ….
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I thought he meant outliving his wife.
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Yes that was my intent too
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Ok . I didn’t think of that
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That’s left to the reader’s imagination.
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Hmmm
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Nice story and great depiction of the cycle of life.
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Thanks so much
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Welcome!
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Path of life with the cobbled street as the witness! Lovely sweet take on the prompt Akshata,
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You have summed it up so well Anagha
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Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time – very well done Akshata 🙂
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Thanks so much Dahlia
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Very prosaic tale telling Aks- loved it
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Thanks so much Shalz!
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From child to grandfather in 200 words. Great story.
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Thanks so much!
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