Anniversary Gift [Micro-Psychological-Fiction]

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The Chime of Night [Micro-Fiction]

The prompt of 75th Week of Three Line Tales by Sonya suddenly made me remember a story by Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay. The name of the story is “Madhu-Malati” and was written in 1957 (Bengali Year 1364). The premise of the story was the area around S.P. College (Sir Parashurambhau College) in Pune City, Maharastra State, India and the main premise is a bicycle rent shop at Tilak Road in the same city.

Tried to summarize the story in 3 lines and 125 words. 


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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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