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Every year my family would escape to my Grandfather’s house in a
remote village by the sea. Long before movie stars and wealthy holidaymakers
redefined it as a trendy resort, my cousins and I would meet and explore its
unspoiled charms.
We would feast on fresh catch from the sea - fishes, oysters,
clams, mussels and shrimps - cooked in delicate gravies or simply fried with
spices.
On the beach were the remains of the old fortress, its crumbling
ramparts awaiting our imagination. Tripping over those ruins were the happiest
days of our lives. We remain chained by those memories.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
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Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteThere are many chains in our lives, aren't there? The ones in your story are positive. and I always enjoy a Beatles song.
Shalom
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle, sometimes it's nice to write a post without killing anyone :-)
DeleteI am glad you liked the post and the song.
In this case, the chains that keep us connected to our past are desirable and good. What an original way of thinking about it. I love this story.
ReplyDeleteThat's why we call them the 'chains of love'. Thanks for reading and commenting Margaret, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteI agree with Margirene in regard to our chains to the past. They keep us anchored and provide identity and shared experiences with those we love. I hadn't heard that particular Beatles song and enjoyed it immensely.
ReplyDeleteThats exactly how I thought of it. Thanks for your comments Russell I am glad you liked it.
DeleteLovely story with great description, Subroto. Those are memories anyone would love to have. Well done and thanks for the musci. :) --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteHappy childhood memories last a lifetime. Thanks for your comments Suzanne, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThis is a great take on the prompt. Chained to a place, or people, through memories... I never thought about it quite like this. Could be good or bad.
ReplyDeleteDepends on what memory you chain yourself to. Thanks for reading and commenting GaH.
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