The Meeting #FlashFiction

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Emma sat in her room, crestfallen. It all came back to her in quick flashes.

She was ecstatic when she had met the ‘man’. Her heart leapt in joyful gallops when he smiled at her.

It had been five years but still the memory was as fresh as the morning dew.

On a whim she sat in her car and reached the same spot where her fantasies had culminated into reality.

As she stood there, fresh tears blurred her vision.

It was the back door of the stage where five years ago she got to meet her idol.

Then, she saw something.

It seemed a hazy silhouette at first, but then she saw him.

He stood there smiling at her looking as dashing as ever.

She looked at him unbelievingly.

He walked through the alley which had ‘no entry’ written in bold letters.

She stared at him going through the pathway and then he walked through the closed black shutter.

A shiver ran down her spine.

Shocked, she looked at the newspaper she held.

The headline said, “Renowned pop artist and guitarist die in a freak accident”.

 

Linking up with Priceless Joy who hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge for aspiring writers. Thank you Yarnspinner for the photo.

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The Shift #FlashFiction

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Everyone who walked across the cream-hued corner house of Carter Lane, in that idyllic little town, paused and took in the sight.

After all it was not commonplace to see a scarecrow dressed in feminine attire perched in all its glory amidst the flowery bed.

Well, the residents of the house were firm believers of gender-equality and such mumbo-jumbo. It was a big deal for them to bring home this fact to their two mischievous boys.

A few months elapsed and gradually the startled looks became a thing of the past.

As for me, I reveled in the attention that I used to get all those days.

But, I guess it was time for people to accept the new ‘me’- the redefined and revamped girl scarecrow.

 

(Word Count: 126)

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding.

(Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi)

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Windfall Gain #FlashFiction

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The phone rang and he grinned sheepishly as he took in the information.

A sense of excitement and anticipation swelled within him.

“We are sorry for your loss. Your uncle passed away yesterday it seems.”

The door had been pushed open by the cops.

He stepped inside.

An unsavoury stench filled his nostrils. The room cut out a sorry figure and it was not long before he could make out that his dreams were blown away along with the ringlets of cigarette smoke.

The grin now vanished and a stoic silence followed.

The word ‘heir apparent’ had no meaning now.

 

 

(Word Count: 100)

Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Yvette Prior for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields

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When ‘The Marvelous Mrs Maisel’ Got Me Thinking: Are Women Born To Be Mothers?

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So, recently, I joined the Amazon/Netflix bandwagon. Yes, it was too tempting a proposition to be stalled. It brought me face to face with a plethora of TV shows and movies (making my procrastinating ways even worse). As I greedily browsed through the available options, I chanced upon this show called, ‘The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel’.

And boy, I was hooked. It blew me, more so as I did not expect it to be so bloody good. The show set in the America of the 50s, starts off with the protagonist Miriam Maisel being abandoned by her husband. Miriam who is your regular housewife is smart and sassy with a wit that is hard to miss. As she vents out her anger at her husband’s frivolous behavior, Miriam unwittingly discovers that she has a knack of becoming a kick- ass stand-up comedian. Instead of wallowing in grief that her husband left her, she goes on to explore this newfound love for comedy and astonishes everyone with her slapstick humour and magnetic stage presence.

Well, my point of writing this piece here is not to review the series but to talk about something that made me think hard and something which I thought was worth talking about. It is rather queer that I could find something of relevance in a show set in the 50s but it also says a lot about the fact that when it comes to women there are certain issues which seem to defy the travails of time.

In one of her stand up acts, Miriam says, “What if I wasn’t supposed to be a mother? What if I picked the wrong profession? If you’re afraid of blood, you don’t become a surgeon. If you don’t like to fly, you don’t join Pan Am. I can’t change my mind and donate my kids to the library, like I’m gonna do with this book. Oh, my God, I’m awful. I mean, women are supposed to be mothers. It’s supposed to be natural. It comes with the tits, right? The equipment is pre-installed. I mean are there exceptions? What if some of us are just supposed to travel a lot? Or run 24-hour diners out in rural areas wearing coveralls? What if some of us are supposed to just talk to adults our entire life? Oh, I never thought about any of this before tonight.”

This was not merely something which struck me as a slosh of humourous and witty lines but something that got me thinking. It led me into thinking that it is not merely a spur of the moment rant but there is indeed some logic to it. It is generally a given that if you are a woman, you ought to be a mother someday. You are sent equipped and fully loaded to bring in another human in the world. Well, I know motherhood is not a profession but, you know what, it is way more than that. If you choose a profession and you fail at it or you are no longer passionate about it, you can shift gears. But, once you are a mother, you cannot go back, even if you fail at being a mother majestically. But, again our society is conditioned in a certain way. Women who choose to forgo motherhood are judged. There is a constant pressure on them to deliver (pun intended).

But, coming back to Miriam’s argument, I can see that it should be absolutely fine to not jump the motherhood wagon, if you are not cut out for it, if you feel you are not all charged up about the thought of having a tiny baby in your arms. A woman is a human being first and like any other human being shouldn’t she have the right to take an informed call on that aspect of her life which would leave an indelible mark and would reshuffle her identity? Or she should merely do it as she came with a uterus?

Well, before we take this argument any further, let me tell you, that I am a mother to an adorable little girl who lightens up my world. I always wanted to experience motherhood. But, if I did, that does not imply every woman would.

There are women who know in their gut that they want children. Sushmita Sen, Miss Universe and the evergreen diva, for instance became a mother to two lovely girls. She wanted to be a mother so badly that nothing deterred her from being one. Being a single mother was not a roadblock for her as she knew where her heart was.

So, I am not advocating that women should not embrace motherhood. All I am saying is that the reason should be more than the fact that you are endowed with the X chromosome.

 

(Also published here: http://www.womensweb.in/2018/08/the-marvelous-mrs-maisel-got-me-thinking-aug18wk1sr/)

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Withered #FlashFiction

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She walked out of the residential block and turned towards the garden that overlooked the palatial cream coloured building.

She tiptoed through the garden which was laden with myriads of beautiful flowers.

Inadvertently, her eyes fell towards a corner. An old withered wooden planter which probably once was the home of a thriving flower bed stood abandoned.

“Why is this here”? She asked the gardener.

“Well, it is old. Did its time.”

Her old eyes turned towards the doorway which had the words, ‘We Care Old Age Home’, writ in mauve letters.

“Yes, it did its time”, she nodded ruefully.

 

(Word Count: 100)

Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Sandra Crook for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields

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