A Day in The Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost

Oh to be a fly on the wall.

How many times did he desire to be an insect of the order Diptera just so he could trap his cheating partner?  Too many to count but in the end a private investigator got him the desired results.

And last night he celebrated.  There was lots of drinking involved and raiding the attic to get that heirloom lamp.   Grandma always said it was magical but no one paid attention to her.

Grandma also warned him to choose his words carefully.

'I wish to be the fifth Beatle'.

Bloody musical neophyte Genie!

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

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Exile

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Why would you ever go back they ask?  

He knows the other exiles have been whispering behind his back.  

Are you not happy to bask in the glow of freedom?  

After all he should be grateful not being a part of the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Yet he notices the suspicious looks that people give when he wears the ethnic dress that he refuses to discard.

A scholar in his land but here he struggles with hopelessness, loss and lack of purpose.

Maybe this was not the freedom that he expected it to be.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

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While writing this I was suddenly reminded of a poem by Faiz

Dawn of Freedom (August 1947) 
This stain-covered daybreak, this night-bitten dawn,
This is not that dawn of which there was expectation;
This is not that dawn with longing for which
The friends set out, (convinced) that somewhere there we met with,

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Travel Bug

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

They say travel broadens the mind and widens your horizons. 

The brochure was enticing, come on a trip to the exotic orient.  Stay at a hotel with a five-star rating, free WiFi and all the comforts.  Located next to a famous market that stands on the silk route taken by Marco Polo.

But the sense of being ripped off went away pretty quickly after finding the bargain basement prices in the market.  Some of this stuff would resell back home for four times the price.

Maybe travel does widen the horizons after all, I am returning next month for more.

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Treasure Hunter

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The market is as crowded as he had said it would be.  The question remains whether I am going to find what I am looking for.

“I lied about your adoption,” he says.

Now he wants to have this conversation?  When the doctors say he could go anytime.

“You were never abandoned by your parents”, he says, “but your mother had no choice”.

“You knew my mother? And said nothing?”

“In those days a child born from an affair between a married woman and a foreigner would have no future there.”

I stand before her stall and our eyes meet.

 

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