Golden Hue (Micro/Flash Fiction)


It is a few days ago, he has tested the chain, tucking it at nails, of the balcony, from one corner to another one at another corner; few bulbs were dis-functioning, so he has changed them. Her face lightened up as the chain is put on power; the garden is looking heavenly in accumulate golden hue of the bulbs, she releases a breath–deep and soft. It is just few days after fixing the bulb, he has gone for the ever; she looks around–the garden is already welcoming shrubs and seasonal unwanted green. Take care of my…our garden…are his last words.

[Written in Historical Present Tense]

Posted for the Three Line Tales, Week#64



Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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