Category: 55 fiction

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Unconditional love

He
screamed, she was quiet.
He kicked out angrily, she didn’t budge. 
He lifted his hand to
fight, she extended hers to support. 
He pushed her away, she tightened her grip. 
Sometime later, his anger is gone. 

“Do you still love me”, he asks. 
“Yes son, I
love you with a no ‘conditions apply‘ clause.

Written in response to the prompt ‘Conditions Apply’ for Write Tribe’s..

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Innocence

‘You are the horriblest mum in the world,’ she screamed. Sobbing, she ran to her refuge curling up behind a bookcase. Through the haze of tears something caught her eye. It was THE book, brand new, the one she’d been longing for. “Oh mum you’re the best,” she murmured happily as she hugged the book.

Pic credit: http://www.vidyasury.com

Linking to Write Tribe’s 55 on Friday in response to the picture prompt (above) given by Vidya Suri.

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Moving On – 2

“Hrit switch off the gas stove,” “Answer the doorbell Naisha, if it’s the dhobi give him the clothes from the cupboard,” “Naisha, did you check the mailbox?” “Lay the table, Hrit, will you?” “Naisha hand me the towel,” “Make the bed, please”

From tiny helpless beings to contributing family members.. when did they grow up?

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Moving on

“Good night,” I mumbled to myself as I switched off the light. I lay down, uneasily. Sleep eluded me. The room seemed empty, the bed large, lonely. I strained for a sound — a cry, a call … nothing. I waited… nothing. I sighed, relieved. My babies had made the journey — from mama’s bed to their own.

 
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