A deep sense of vagueness and nothingness grips me as I see her pale & dead.
I hold onto my tears still in a bleak hope that she would get up and smile back at me.
All of this is a nightmare I tell myself.One last time I peck my mother's cold forehead.The clouds outside form clusters, paying a last tribute to the dear departed. No more can I hold my emotions back. I cry along with the sky.
This drabble is written for friday fictioneers
This touched me deeply
ReplyDeleteDear Juhi,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Friday Fictioneers. A very sad and visual piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
i have no words for this. :(
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful, Juhi. Sad and haunting.
ReplyDeleteJuhi, Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! This story showed great emotion using the weather for emphasis. Well done. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteJuhi, I think the program ate my comment. It was something like: Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! This was a story showing great emotion using the weather for emphasis. Well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteOh! Makes me really sad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful portrayal of emotions.
Sad, well done. Alicia Jamtaas
ReplyDeleteDear Juhi, That last line " I cry along with sky." is wonderful! What a beautiful thing to say! You are really good, and by the way, WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS! Well written! Nan :)
ReplyDeleteThank you all for all ur lovely comments nd encouraging words:);)
ReplyDeleteJuhi this is a very poignant and heart rending story.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautifully done. I felt the pain.
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