December, 1941

The city used to shine in the early morn light. The sea, then a river, used to hold it in its bosom as lover hold his beloved photo in the locked locket. When the stars on the clear winter sky used to twinkle, the river used to be shining from the lights of the city. The breeze used to blow the Christmas Carol all around making the night more serene and melancholy.

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An Early Morn

The old storyteller stopped looking at the beach in the setting sun. He said, after lighting his pipe and leaving the dense smoke, in marooned voice–December, 1941 changed it all… 

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The Beach

In response to 100 Word Wednesday: Week 11 & Thursday Photo Prompt (03/23/2017)

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16 responses to “December, 1941”

  1. So few of these survivors left to tell the tale — which is why it is so important to get the stories, write them down, and preserve them. I love your perspective — always so unique 🙂 Thank you for joining us again this week – looking forward to your submission for week 12!

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    1. Am also looking forward for the prompt…thanks for this kind words…whenever you get a chance check Mrs. Sommer in my recent post…Hope you will like that also

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      1. Fantastic! Prompt is out now: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/03/29/100-word-wednesday-week-12/ Looking forward to your words 🙂

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        1. ☺ and am looking for your words on the mentioned post..will check soon the link

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  2. […] December, 1941 – Thoughts of Words […]

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    1. Thank you for stopping by and reading my flash fiction…

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      1. Yr welcome…🙂🙂

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  3. Thanks, Sangbad. A tragedy in few words, though at least there are some who remember…

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    1. Thank you Sue…I hope you like it…

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      1. I do … very evocative.

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        1. Oh okay…actually you didn’t hit the Like that’s why I ask out of curiosity…

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          1. Oh dear…just an oversight!

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  4. such sad melancholy reminiscing, the story teller burdened by his stories telling it into the air for eternity to capture his words. Thank you for writing such a touching piece Sangbad!

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    1. Thanks…the story came after seeing the City picture…

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