All That Stays…

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All That Stays…

It was as bad as can be. We could barely escape. Our lives were saved but all else was ravaged by the tornado. A house full of furniture, wardrobes full of little luxuries, a garage full of good-for-nothing goodies, a kitchen…

Returning after years, the junkyard looked eerily familiar. With tearful eyes I gazed around. Hang on!! Aren’t these the flowers dad gave to me on my 18th birthday? A year before the storm?

“They will stay on forever” was his logic behind buying synthetic pansies. And they did.

Happiness has a way of staying if it has to. In weird forms. At weird places.

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That was my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Tidbit: The flowers in the errr…commode look like pansies, don’t they?
Pansies are symbolic of remembrance, fond memories, love, thoughtfulness.

 

She Could Fly No More

Flightless Bird


Flightless Bird
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A short story

 

“I’ve got the best bird around town”, he bragged as his friends felt envious of him. After all, the guy-gang had spent years outside women’s college, hunting for good chicks. Only he had been lucky.

His bird had shiny eyes, spring in her steps and golden wings that took elegant ambitious flights that left him enraptured, till he captured her and kept her solely for himself.

Soon this bird, with the sweetest voice ever, forgot to sing. Her beauty lost its lustre, for she did not eat much and lost her sleep. She walked around a little but flights she took no more.

One day he came back home with his friend and saw her lying sprawled on the floor, her tattered feathers scattered all around her.

It so happened that out of sheer curiosity to know if she could still fly or not, the bird had dared to climb atop the roof, hesitatingly spread her nervous jammed wings, only to fall down trembling. And lifeless.

As he stood looking at her, his friend remarked, “Mate! I had warned you. That’s what happens when you get such a high flying bird.”

I’ll be careful next time”, he replied curtly

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My story was inspired by the picture prompt provided by Luther Siler for Friday Fictioneers.