Sammy always got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she passed St Mary’s Street. It was one of the most beautiful places with a pristine lake nearby but her body went cold every time.
She felt like something very bad had transpired here someday though she couldn’t recall any such experience.
20 years ago a young girl was brutally raped by 4 men and left to die on this very street. One among the drunk men was her father and she was in same car where this ghastly crime took place- an infant whom everyone thought was asleep.
(100 words)
Linking up with Rochelle Wisoff who hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge for writers.
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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. My blog has been chosen as the Top Indian Blogs for the years 2018-2019,2020 by TopIndianBlogs website and found a place in the prestigious Top 22 Indian Literary Blogs in 2020 @TopIndianBlogs.
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Ohh.I got goosebumps
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That was the intention 🙂
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Shucks! too deep
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Yeah I know, sometimes life can be ugly
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That was intense. You gave it an interesting angle by saying that she was too young to remember but still there is something nagging her.
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Its an incomplete feeling but I daresay if the puzzle is solved her life may get more miserable
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Dear Akshata,
That’s a helluva thing to remember about your own father. Chilling story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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True Rochelle wonder how she will live with this feeling of knowing something terrible happened but not the details and the details will surely destroy her
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What a horrid thing to remember/not remember….
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Indeed the most horrid thing
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Terrifying and horrific. Not something any child should have to see in their parent!
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Very true Ian it will shatter the child
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Who really knows what a relative has done when they were younger. A stomach turner if you think on that too hard.
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Thats so true it can devastating
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Jings!
Powerful piece, well developed.
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Thx so much
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Oh my god that is terrible, that’s a horrible horrible tale, so well written. Brilliant
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Thx so much
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Damn, you took that to a dark place, well done. The thing that is so good about your story is the inner memory trying to surface. This could be the start of a crime story, so many ways to go with it.
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I never thought of making this a longer story but that’s a great idea!
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From a Drabble to a Short Story… who knows, you might have a novel in you. Let me know if you do.
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You’ve imagined a strong plot for your story. I hope Sammy never learns the truth about her father.
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Hope so too Penny
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Yikes! That turned dark real quick.
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That’s life sometimes
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