Melting Hearts

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They told me to steer clear of ice-maidens.

So it was that you were a touch frosty when we met.

Walk away they said when the roses get covered in snow.

But snow-covered flowers signal that a fresh start is on the way.

The sparse beauty of a winter wonderland has much to offer.

And in many aspects snowflakes are like us - imperfect.

They too grow unevenly, in a short span can be broken, melted and refrozen.

If that isn't being human I don't know what is.

Winter does not last forever.

Ice-maidens too have hearts that melt.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

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Special Delivery

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Mr Patel returned home last week, what was left of him anyway. Not in the manner that he would have expected but still by priority express mail.

Mrs Patel could hear him 'I am not like that Kumar who just preens on Facebook but is a zero in real life, I am worth a lot more you wait and see'.

And now here he was signed, sealed and delivered.

Kumar was coming over in the evening with the insurance papers. She picked out a white sari and applied some kohl to her eyes. Such a helpful man and still unmarried.

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The Railway Line

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

In happier times it would have been the job of a lifetime. 

Imagine building a train line that traversed inhospitable rain forests, deep valleys, climbing high mountain ranges and lengthy mountain passes and over great rivers. 

Now imagine doing it under the barrel of a gun, incessant floggings and inadequate food.  

The Burma-Siam Railway built between June 1942 and October 1943 laid some 415 km of track giving birth to stories of heroism and the bridge over that river immortalised in a film. 

The forgotten heroes were the labourers who lived and died during the construction of the railway. 

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It is estimated that 16,000 allied POWs and 75000 to 150,000 Malay and Indonesian laborers died during the construction of the Burma railway. A total of 6,982 Allied prisoners who died in captivity during the war are buried in a beautifully maintained cemetery with rows of flowering plants. Some died building the Bridge Over the River Kwai and others perished while laboring on the notorious "Death Railway" to Burma.

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The Prodigy

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

He was marked out for great things the moment he was born, the astrologer mentioning alignment of planets and auspiciousness of stars. 

What greatness? 

The smitten parents had to know. 

The old astrologer swore silently. Majority of his clients rarely questioned him if the future was bright. Only a few needed to know every detail. 

 He observed the fancy music system in the room. A musical genius he said leaving hurriedly. 

 The budding prodigy was doted over each little stage of his life. 

 Is that what I think I am looking at Momma? 

 Absolutely Popsy. It is Beethoven’s first movement. 

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Hello there once again in 2021.   Back after missing many episodes of FF.  Many factors here - missing muse, procrastination and yes the dreaded lack of belief.  But this is a new year and hope to contribute more.

Double dog dare accepted.  No covid, lockdowns in this post ;-)

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