16/03/2016

PINK SILK - a 100 word story

PINK SILK

Despite the relentless rain, Sanjay was happy. After months of persuasion, his parents had agreed to his marriage to Gita, a beautiful but poor girl from the wrong side of the river.
When he got home he hastened to the window and saw her at her own window, waving the scarf that had been his betrothal gift. He blew her a kiss, just as a massive chunk of the bank was torn loose and her old house slid into the river.
Hand on mouth, Sanjay watched helplessly as Gita, still holding the scrap of pink silk, was swept away downstream.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  and for taking the photograph that prompts this week's stories from around the world. Follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog to read scores of others - after leaving a comment here, if you would be so kind!

                                     

28 comments:

  1. Oh what tragedy.. .it's like a classic tragedy. To be robbed of bliss so close to realization.

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    1. There have been too many lives lost to floods this year.

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  2. So sad yet so topical, you described well the possible pain of living near a beautiful river

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    1. All those television images of floods stick in the mind.

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  3. This is very sad.
    I didn't see the end coming.

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  4. Sad story. But given the fate of most marriages, maybe not!

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    1. You old cynic, Perry - I have more faith in marriage since my four children have all made good ones!

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  5. Very sad. So near, yet so far

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    1. I know - I'm sorry - I'm actually in a good mood this week!

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  6. Oh no, that's so sad. Great take though.
    --gahlearner

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  7. I am so sorry, this made me snortle a bit.
    My bad, I am sure.

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    1. There;s no accounting for one's sense of humour, however twisted :)

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  8. I think of him now. chasing her. Following that scarf down river until he loses sight of it. Yes, you need more words for this one!

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    1. He'd be running and screaming her name, unable to breathe for tears - you're right, Dawn, it needs more words.

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  9. Dear Liz,

    Such a sad one with a flood of emotion.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Last week's was a happy one, though, Rochelle!

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  10. he didn't deserve her for trying not to save her.

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  11. Oh no. That's not a good ending. I got quite a shock at the end, as did Sanjay. What a waste of all his hard work trying to get his parents to approve of his choice! They didn't undermine the riverbank did they?

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    1. I think that might have been a step too far even for them!

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  12. That's a true tragedy, Liz. It could also be realistic in India. Many tragedies here have been caused by mud slides. A whole village was wiped out along with many of the residents. Well done with great description. --- Suzanne

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  13. Thanks Suzanne - it was India I had in mind when I wrote it.

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  14. Oh no! That's very sad... well written, but very sad all the same!

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    1. Thanks for reading, Susan - I'll try to be more upbeat next week!

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