Tuesday 15 July 2014

Vague


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 

12 comments:

  1. Dear Juhi,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. A very sad and visual piece.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. This was beautiful, Juhi. Sad and haunting.

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  3. Juhi, Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! This story showed great emotion using the weather for emphasis. Well done. : ) ---Susan

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  4. Juhi, 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

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  5. Oh! Makes me really sad.

    Beautiful portrayal of emotions.

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  6. Sad, well done. Alicia Jamtaas

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  7. Dear 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 :)

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  8. Thank you all for all ur lovely comments nd encouraging words:);)

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  9. Juhi this is a very poignant and heart rending story.

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  10. This was beautifully done. I felt the pain.

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