Flash Fiction: After the storm

Flash Fiction: After the storm


It was July 17, how can I forget that day. After a week-long raining spell, the roaring of thunder paused, clouds parted and rays of sunshine flooded us with their warmth. Dressed in a floral patterned gown, a silver head-scarf and my most valuable possessions packed in a medium-sized traveling bag, I stood… Waiting.

A new dawn awaited me, us, one under no circumstance I was going to let slip out of my fingers. We were going to be happy, start a new life somewhere. I’ld look for a teaching job while he’ll start a garage. Our own fairy tale, one we had planned out and thought we deserved.

17th July, 5.10pm… The tears, staining my pancaked cheeks. The train hooting, grazing the rails with its iron tires. I hoped, prayed, envisioned him running with his suitcase screaming, “I’m here now”; but he never showed up. Oh how I wished the train sounds could flutter away with the broken pieces of my heart. It tore me apart because deep down- I wasn’t surprised he didn’t show.

Word Count: 175 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you to “the storyteller’s abode” for this week’s captivating picture.

40 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: After the storm

  1. Oh my gosh, how sad! πŸ˜₯ I wonder why he didn’t show? Was it his fault? A very sweet – sad tale of love lost. It must have hurt more knowing that you aren’t surpised he didn’t show. Excellent story Ameena and thank you for participating in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge!

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  2. A very sad ending for her – after all those weeks of planning and waiting. It seems strange that she, perhaps, doubted his sincerity all along. I suppose she just lived in hope that she was wrong and everything would go as planned. It was cruel of him to keep her hanging on to her hopes – unless he just got cold feet at the end. Nicely done, Ameena.

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    1. It is sad, I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes. She knew deep down there was a possibility he wouldn’t give it all up for “them”, yet she hoped. If I could do an epilogue, he’d realize his mistake and chase after her. πŸ™‚

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  3. Wonderful heart wrenching story! So sad that she had to go through that. I’m wondering if perhaps she had some inkling that he would not show, but she could not bring herself to believe it. Great emotional story.

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  4. Oh man, I am hoping that the only reason he did show up was unfortunate news on his part. Not that I am asking for tragic things to happen to him but it would suffice as the only reason for the sad ending.

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  5. This is really beautifully told. I love the first person narrative. I love the happiness and the hope symbolised by the passing of the bad weather. And the surprise ending caught me too- somewhere, deep down she had known!

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  6. Such a beautifully sad story, Ameena. It’s especially sad that she suspected all along that he wouldn’t show. You captured the character’s voice really well in the narrative.Nicely done. πŸ™‚ I’m glad you found the picture captivating. πŸ˜€

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