She traded her freedom for the social security her husband provided. She accepted subjugation for the wealth that her children would inherit.
She had mastered the art of silent manipulation. She would not eat till her husband came home, just to draw him homewards. She pampered her own spoilt brats, so they would look after her in her old age.
She wanted to write, paint and find channels of expression for her creativity. The family saw it as an insane whim, beyond her perceived capability.
She walked out, giving up everything. It was the last trade to pamper herself.
(99 words)
Inspired by the Flash Fiction Challenge at
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It’s so true, Reena. For every choice we make in life, we trade something else. Whether the trade is the right one can not always be seen until the future.
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Thanks. One does not stop longing for that one thing, which comes as a gift, not a barter.
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Ah, sometimes we do what we must (or think we must) over what our heart might want.
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Hit submit too soon!
But, hopefully our heart wins out in the end.
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Sometimes it take many trade offs to find that final satisfying trade. Great flash!
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Thanks! Better late than never!
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Finally she learnt to live for herself…Good take Reena.
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There is a line no one can cross. That was a great way to express that line.
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Lovely piece of writing Reena, I like that last trade..good for her.
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There are no free lunches and one has to trade something to achieve something. Good write-up.
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Thanks!
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