It was time to move on, say good bye to the house she grew up in which was now a dilipidated building.
She would miss the good old days when they played in the courtyard without a worry, plucked mangoes from the trees.She would miss those hugs by grandma which magically took off all her worries, the head massage by mother every Saturday where the two chatted like old friends.
What she would never miss and want to erase from all memories were the terrifying nights when her father came and slept beside her.
It was time to bid goodbye,a final one.
(100 words)
Linking up with the lovely Rochelle Wisoff who hosts #FridayFictioneers a photo prompt flash fiction for writers.
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Nice. Was the father dead and a ghost or is the story going somewhere else?
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Not really just wanted to portray there was something really bad which happened that she couldn’t get off her mind
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Hmm ok.
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Wow.
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Thx Neil
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My God. Terrible and haunting. Powerful writing.
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Indeed terrible. Thanks for reading Anurag
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Very sad.
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Wow, you led me along with those lovely family images and then punched me in the stomach with the closing lines. Well done!
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I loved the way you expressed your thoughts – exactly mine when I wrote them! Thanks Susan
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A disturbing portrait of family life. I do hope her father paid for what he did.
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Indeed very disturbing. Yes I would like to think he paid for his sins
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At least she still takes pleasure in some memories of her childhood, despite the terror of being abused. A good take on the prompt, picking up on the damage to the building, both literally and as a metaphor for the damage suffered by the girl.
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I always look forward to your comments Penny for I find your interpretation and expression of thoughts the most endearing. Thanks again!
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It was all going so nicely until that disturbing ending. Beautifully written Akshata.
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True life is not a bed of roses, for some the thorns are too many. Thanks for stopping by Keith
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Thats a horrible fear to have.
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Indeed Lata cant imagine anything worse
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That is a very sad twist in the tale. Beautifully crafted.
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Thanks so much YS!
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I feel for her even more since it was her father. Great storytelling, Akshata.
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True Moon nothing else could be as painful . Thx so much for stopping by
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Lovely imagery with the mango tree and sweet moments with her mother. Hoping those memories help erase the horrible ones. That is my hope as my husband and I work with children from severe poverty and abuse. To help replace good for bad, but knowing we can’t entirely do so. Well written for sure!
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Thats a very noble thing you and your hubby and doing Brends. I am sure you know better. I do hope her wounds are healed too
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Unfortunately, I do not know better. =) Somethings cannot be fully healed, we simply try to help. Your piece was very thought provoking, a reminder of reality for so many. Well done!
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Agree it cant be fully healed and one can only help and hope the pain reduces over time. Thanks for stopping by
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Yes, time to say goodbye and move forward, hopefully not too damaged by her father’s sins.
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Time will heal her wounds is what I would like to believe as well. Thanks for stopping by
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Dear Akshata,
A lot of fond memories and not so fond ones. Nicely blended to give us a lot of story in 100 words. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thx so much Rochelle I had come up with another story but then thought this one will be more powerful in driving home a point
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It’s a shame those visits had to be terrifying. I read to my kids every night, tucked them in, sat with them when they were scared or sick….
mine:
https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2018/01/26/a-whimsical-tale/
Scott
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Yes it is indeed terrifying but hope she will come out of it one day. Its a shame. Hopping on to read yours!
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Thanks, and yes, too sad…
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Is this about child abuse? Very relevant topic in this era and time.
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It is.
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This was chilling Akshata! This was fiction but have come across similar stories of child abuse. Monsoon Wedding is one movie which depicted it sensitively.
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Very true meha that movie was a good depiction
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Sometimes the reality is so brutal that its difficult to say Good Bye. Wish the girl has better life ahead.
A heart wrenching tale Akshata! Great job with the prompt.
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Thanks so much Anagha. It’s indeed heart wrenching. A few bad memories sometimes overshadow the good ones
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