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Friday Fictioneers- Guilty Conscience

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr

Word count- 99

guilty conscience

The moment sleep comes; I get up perspiring profusely, her cry for help ringing in my ears.

Whatever may be one’s karma, no one deserves this gruesome end.

I showed cowardice and am doomed for whole life.

I was just passing by when I witnessed the most heinous crime.

They were four men, behaving worst than an animal.

I was intimidated by their number.

I thought they will kill me if they see me, so I can’t help her anyway.

I can find excuses to console me. But the fact remains.

I could have done something to help her.

Friday Fictioneers- Roofless

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

ROOFLESS

 

 

‘Be grateful for the roof on your head, millions lives without one and had to survive scorching heat, rains, flood and rough weather. ‘ Mother said.

 ‘Ha! I was destined to be your child and have one on my head. I’m blessed to find shelter under you both.’

 ‘We are not rich; no one knows what will happen one day so always be thankful for whatever you have got.’

 I learned the hard way.

Sudden demise of father made us vacant the government accommodation we were occupying.

Till we got another shelter, we were roofless for few hours.

Friday Fictioneers- scars

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PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

Fiction

100 words

Scars

Ruby has to cross the lonely footbridge daily on her way to school. She goes and returns with friends, and still mother never forgets to remind her strictly to never pass the bridge alone. Though their colony is very safe, security guards are posted everywhere.

Ruby wonders why mother is so scared. She asks mother.

Mother looks in her eyes. She is so young and innocent; she will not understand it now.

Once mother made a mistake of crossing a footbridge all alone when she was young.

Mother still shivers.

Time heals all wounds but some scars never fade away.

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneer- Ungracious?

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

UNGRACIOUS?

‘Why  have you  lit lamps when there is no power cut today dear?’

‘You know granny has no electricity in her home but she used to make choicest of delicacies. I’m experimenting from one of her recipes so I’m creating the same atmosphere honey.’

‘So nice of you but make it only for you, my friend has invited me for dinner.’

And he was off to some unknown friend.

He always does that.

Whenever I experiment something new, his friends pop up from nowhere to invite him for lunch or dinner.

How Ungracious!

Saint Kabir

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( My story is actually not fiction story but i take this prompt as an opportunity to write about my mother and my favorite poet.)

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PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma Thanks Shaktiki for this prompt, it reminded me of my childhood.

SAINT KABIR

Mother used to tell me stories of saints  while grinding spices and grains in the afternoon. My favorite was Saint Kabir’s.

She will sing his couplets and will explain its meaning.

She told me how Kabir was threatened by both Muslims and Hindus for criticizing them for their wrong interpretation of their religion.

She told me how that after his death Hindus and Muslims both went to claim his body but found nothing except some flowers instead of his body.

She explained that it is symbolic. Saints are above religion and caste. They are like flowers whose fragrance we should appreciate.

 

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There are numerous couplets/words of wisdom by Kabir, I remember two couplets prominently-

 

Pahan pooje hari mile, to mein poojo pahar

Taate ye chaki bhali peece khaye sansar.

(If one can meet God by worshiping stone then I’ll worship mountain. Grinding stone is better than that, at least world can grind grains and eat.)

Kankar, pathar jod ke Maszid layi chunay

Ta chade mulla bang de, kya bahara hua khuday

( With stones they build Maszid and shout his name from the roof top as if God has become deaf.)

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If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage,
then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East, Allah is in the West.
Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.

~ Kabir Translated by Rabindranath Tagore.

Friday Fictioneers- Compassion

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook (Thanks Sandra for this photograph, it brought back lots of memories of childhood.)

Non-fiction

102 words

Compassion

Rioters burned the tailor’s shop. It was opposite to our house.

When the curfew was lifted, he came and sat down in despair on seeing the ramshackle shop.

Mother called him and offered him our old singer machine for the time he could buy his own.

He was thankful and offered to stitch our clothes for free.

 Mother strongly rejected the idea.

‘You need money to buy a new machine. So start your business first and save money.’

Mother was a conservative Hindu and the tailor was a Muslim. 

Mother sowed a seed of compassion, for everyone, in me that day.

 

 

 

Friday Fiction- Fallacy

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Fallacy

‘Let’s check floor, walls and garden mom. They might have buried someone and now selling house for such a low price.

‘Don’t be a spoil sport. A perfect house in a wonderful locality, what more do you want?’Mother said.

Not satisfied I took a hammer and checked all the walls and floor for any loose spot.

No skeleton? Mother laughed.

We arranged our luggage and settled in bed after simple dinner.

In the morning mother dragged me out of the bed ‘there are two skeletons in the house.’

Where? I jumped up.

‘In our bodies’.

 

Friday Fictioneers- An Emotional Cat

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Copyright-Scott L. Vannatter

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An Emotional Cat

Mom warned me sternly before going to the church to not to touch anything. She has gone health conscious. No icing on cake and pastries, no frothing cream on milk shakes and roasted nuts? Yaks! Who wants them?

But I know who loves nuts and I’m sure it will come. It enters through the loose fire exit door.

Dad always procrastinates repairing it. He is not interested in anything except his bike or some electronic gadgets.

I get ready to pounce after it savors few nuts. Let the poor fellow fulfill its last wish.

I am Emotional. What to do?

Friday Fictioneer- Chicken Heart

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PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

Fiction

101 words

Chicken Heart

 

I can tell a murderer when I see one and have never been proved wrong in my long police job.

This woman with such a pious and innocent face, sitting near a brutally murdered body, confused me. She just didn’t fit the scene.

She can’t be a murderer.

Her friends and relatives confirmed my views.

She couldn’t kill a mosquito; she was in fact, a chicken heart. They vouched.    I slapped her to bring her out of the trance. For a second her expression changed. There was wrath and hatred in her eyes. She hissed, ‘He dared to molest my daughter.’

Friday Fiction- Coincidence

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copyright-Ron-Pruitt

copyright-Ron-Pruitt

Based on real incidence.

100 words

Coincident

I saw my neighbour in the bus merrymaking with bridegroom and the wedding guests. They were going to the bride’s residence for wedding ceremony.

‘What happened?’ I asked when I saw him coming back fuming.

‘I advised them not to drink in the bus but nobody listened to me and when I stopped them from giving it to the driver they kicked me out.’

After few hours we learned that the bus had drowned in the river due to the driver’s fault.

No one survived  that accident except the one who was kicked out.

Was it a coincidence?

( This story is based on a real, very tragic incident . Bridegroom, his relatives and many friends died in it. That man was really kicked out.)

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