He was returning to meet his parents after 15 years. The view from the rail window scared him, as much as it did in childhood. The tales of fairies and monsters came alive, once again. He had been scared of touching the branches in autumn, fearing that they would turn into monsters, and gobble the little fairy trapped on the slopes below.
He stretched his hand out, to feel the vanishing dampness in the air. It was not yet spring, and a few droplets moistened his palm. The memory of Janet, the girl he had loved and dumped years ago, tore through his being, like a sharp knife. Was she still residing in that remote township, like that fairy? And will the monster of his conscience allow him to face her, without guilt or shame?
He hoped and prayed that she was now happily married, and was out of that quaint place of his past. Spring and summer would then follow, in their seasonal cycle.
(165 words)
Inspired by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFAWC) Challenge -109
Monsters are usually just in our heads, aren’t they. Good piece.
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Most of the monsters…..
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Nice take!
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That kind of guilt would be very difficult to shrug off. I hope it vanishes for the sake of both, and all.
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Amen! It might have kept him away for several years…..
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He will be lucky if she is over him. Great images
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It might plug the guilt.
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I would think after 15 years, she’d be over him by now.
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Logically, yes!
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A lovely nostalgic tale… great descriptive power you have!
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Thank you, Shivangi!
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Memories of his childhood and youth are keeping him company on his train ride home. Love how you wove a fairy along with his other memories into this story. Great story, Reena!
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Thanks! Enlarge the pic, and watch carefully. There is a tiny female form.
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Okay! I will look!
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