One windy evening

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

WORD COUNT : 100

“It’s too windy outside. Look at those clouds!”, I exclaimed. Dad peeped outside the window and asked Mom with a smile, “Honey! Wasn’t it very much like this?”

Mom blushed.

“What’s this about, Dad?”, I asked.

“You father proposed to me, on an evening like this”, answered Mom. “In a very cheesy way”, she teased with a chuckle.

“Cheesy? Yeah! Too cheesy to make you cry out of happiness” retorted Dad.

Mom’s cheeks turned rosy in reply.

I smiled and noticed the moon concealed behind cloud’s certain. I wondered whether a love like theirs could be in store for me.

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

Burn

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

It is time for me to burn,

with the desire to learn,

the truth and to spurn,

the ways of my past. I shall turn!

Late, it is never, to yearn,

for a brighter dawn’s return.

 The value, I will discern,

 of what my flame could pattern.

One day, my own love, I shall earn.

Oh, yes! I shall earn.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

The photograph is blurred. Isn’t it? It vaguely resembles what I see once I remove my glasses. This is my entry for this week’s photo challenge. The theme is Focus.

Surreal

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
What did you just reveal?
Is it broken, my heart seal?

As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
You caused my fears to reel.
There is no more pain to feel.

As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
Nothing dark, nothing to conceal,
To you alone I am leal.

But wait!

The sky hasn’t turned red from teal,
What I see isn’t real.
My dream to find you is surreal.
I’m awake, my mind begins to streel.

The sky shall turn red from teal,
What I saw will be real.
For in you alone, I can heal.
Will we ever meet? I know, for sure, we’ll.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

I’m not sure if this poem made any sense to you. The way I see it, there are two interpretations.

Interpretation 1:

This poem could describe those people who pin all their hopes and dreams on to “the one”. Once in a relationship, they could discover that the person they are with isn’t the one they’re looking for. So their hunt continues to find “the one” who could save them.

Interpretation 2:

This is the simple one. A person dreams of  “the one” with whom he/she is truly himself/herself. But the person wakes up to find that it is just a dream and is indeed not real. So the person hopes of finding “the one” someday.

Grandma’s banter

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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WORD COUNT: 100

Little Anne touched the bubbles on the freshly watered soil, within the neatly arranged pots, in her grandma’s green house. Suddenly she cried, “Look, grandma! Squibbly things”. Towering behind her, grandma saw the squirming worms in a pot. She laughed and said, “Squiggly, honey! Not squibbly. Don’t worry. They’re plants’ friends”. Sheepishly, Anne enunciated, “Squi-GG-ly”.

Years later

Anne viewed the overgrown state of the, once perfect, green house. She looked at her grandma, whose cane, now, served as her third leg, and said, “I’ll fix this, Gran”. Grandma beamed and said, “I’m sure the squibbly things have missed you, dear”.

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

I wonder…

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Original Artwork © Yuhu Tama

 

“Beautiful and svelte”,
I heard everyone say,
while I craved for what her fingers felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Was it warm and rough
the way I remember it to be?
Why did he fade away in a puff,
paying no heed to my plea?

I wonder what he felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Did she paint her love,
on the lines in his palm?
The lines of who, was once my dove,
are lost from the songs of my Shawm.

I wonder what she felt,
as he held her hand that day.

As the diamond ring shone bright that night,
the lovely bride glowed with pride.
Did he forget our walk under the moonlight,
his promise to stay, forever, by my side?

I wonder what he felt,
as she held his hand that day.

Did his pulse thunder,
like the time he held my hand?
I can’t help but wonder,
if I’ll ever understand.

What now belongs to her,
I know, was once mine,
With every fading year,
I know not, if these memories would still shine.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

It has been a while, hasn’t it? I hope you guys are all doing just fine.