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Freedom (Micro-Psychological-Fiction)

Is this how freedom feel…after a couple of years, I’m out of the shadow…what…oh just the flock of the seagull…ah…the salty odor…the low rumbling of the waves…man, was I away for two years or more than that…what’s that…she’s looking at me…yes…she seems to be an acquaintance…she’s following me…yes…for the last couple of days; from the moment I’m released from Bergen-Belsen…

Did he remember me…I think no…they’ve messed with his brain…like others…I shall go and introduce self before he fled like last morning…


*Bergen-Belsen–Concentration Camp operated between April 1943 and April 1945. Approx 52,000 out of 1,20,000 prisoners died here due to varied reasons.


100 Word Wednesday Week #26 by Bikurgurl

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One Saturday

 

Pearl D’Costa sit down at her table to count the cash. It’s Saturday and she keeps her Diner open thirty minutes past the eleven o’clock–Pearl’s Half Hour Saturday Special her beloved and regular customers named it. But, she cannot count the cash. Her mind is vagabond from the morning after she saw the morning paper. Restaurant Baron Mr. John Samsa in the city. She had calculated and have re-calculated the years after he has returned–twenty years. A narrow but heavy voice startled her; she got up and peeped out of the kitchen. In his unique “Samsa” manner, he places the order to her daughter, halloa missus, one Pearl Zinger Alley. Before she moved out and hide their eyes met. He has kept her promise.


 

I had written this 125-words story a few days ago. And then Wednesday came up and my dear friend Bikurgirl’s prompt came up. I had not written for her for last few weeks, maybe a month. So, when she express she hope I’ll join her this week  (Week#23) I told her, I might join her with a story I’m writing. I changed the names of the character and the Diner and few things to match her prompt.

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Crossroad (Micro/Flash Fiction)

 

 

Twenty years right…the pub hasn’t changed much…

Yes…so, how’re you…

Living the life of a father of a celebrity…you…

Mother of a divorced daughter…there she is…wait…who’s she talking to…

That’s my son…the great–

I know…we both are the ardent fans of his writing…

Wait…I’ll call him..,

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Hi…

What the heck…is it really you…

Yes, it’s me…

What a pleasant surprise…twelve years…

Yup…

So boyfriend or husband…

My Ma…she has come to visit her lover…founded on Facebook…after twenty years…

Hmm..same here…Papa…there he is calling me…

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100 Word Wednesday Week #14 by Bikurgurl

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I See… (Micro/Flash Fiction)

 

A warning board…

Then…

I see you…fishing…it’s near to noon…

Then…

Then…what, you see…

I see…I see…revolver…with silencer…pointed at your crown…your blood…on…the…steel railing…

This is insane…honey, let’s go…it’ll be late–

To kill YOU…

What’re you saying…he’s my husband…he loves me…

Really…so…why, I see…the shadow…another…lady…pretty…young…look like, Dear, you…

What she saying, Raj…

Nothing…just some Gypsy gibberish…to extort money…

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What has happened…

A lady’s body had washed up…early this morning…you laughing…

I had said them…

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[Written in Story-Through-Dialogues Pattern]

100 Word Wednesday Week #13 by Bikurgurl

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