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There are only two of them left in the playground now. The incessant showers during the day have left it slippery and bereft of visitors except for them. Neither one of them is willing to walk away from their happy place.
“Look at me mommy I am balancing” his voice reverberates through the air. She closes her eyes capturing his movement on every swing and slide here.
He finds her drenched standing at the edge of the empty park where their son used to play. Her eyes moisten as she sees him. Their hands interlace as they walk quietly away.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
I have a feeling that many of the stories this week will reflect on that terrible massacre in the daycare centre in northeast Thailand. What is our world coming to?
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So heartbreaking. Well-depicted here.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading.
DeleteA moving story. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Iain I am glad you liked it.
DeleteI sensed the loss here
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Neil
DeleteA crushingly sad story, especially after you tied it reality.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Bill.
DeleteThere are no answers, only loss. It's hard to wrap my mind around what happened there. You depicted well the loss.
ReplyDeleteIt is very hard indeed. Thanks for your comments Brenda.
DeleteSo painful to contemplate your story as being based on current reality. When will the madness end.
ReplyDeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteYep. That's exactly where I went with my story. I can't imagine what those parents in Thailand are feeling. We can ask why? But the answers, if there are any, will never satisfy.
Touching story. So happy to have you back in the FF queue.
Shalom,
Rochelle