For a while, her ear drums were selectively deaf to the sound of motor tires grazing the gravel roads and the incessant honking by impatient drivers. She watched at a depressing angle, focusing her gaze on the crowd of teenagers playing away their worries. Their worn leather ball being tackled swiftly across the field and red soil swirling above their ankles with each pass.
Their black and coffee colored skins glistened with sweat under the summer sun. She grinned to herself as a bunch of them tried to wipe the salty water streaming down their foreheads while at the same time keeping the ball in check- an act they failed at.
A Black-headed Gull flew past her 3rd floor window, distracting the view in front of her. How easy it was to get carried away by hopeless wishing. She gazed around at the emptiness of her home and said a silent prayer on the kids who unknowingly put a smile on her widowed face every evening.
It was time to shut herself once again to the rest of the world.
The above image is courtesy of Pinterest
Ameena, you have penned down some very natural emotions here. A widowed woman looking out from her window and enjoying the colors of youth. I can picture this scene and I really like the last sentence of your story.
Nice collection of a picture and a perfect title for this fiction 🙂
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Thank you very much Madeeha. This inspired by watching some kids play from my window. How carefree!
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Wonderful writing. I love the images and emotions here.
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Thank you very much. Glad you do. 😊
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An emotionally enhanced write-up.
Wonderful.
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Thank you very much Adhi.
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Welcome 🙂
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She seems to be living a miserable life. Peace to her!
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Haha, you think so?
I wouldn’t say miserable. More like, an introvert satisfied with solitude.
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For a minute I was hard into the kids football match. Very descriptive response to the image. It is engaging, left me wanting to read more.
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I love watching them too. This was inspired by sneaking a look on the kids playing across the field. And Thank you! 😄
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Ah, it is one of your best flash fiction, coming close to Blackouts.
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Thank you!!! 😊
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Such a sad but wonderful tale – so true for many. Wonderful writing Ameena!
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Thank you very much PJ. Those little moments like watching kids play, can have a lasting effect.
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Yes, that is true! 🙂
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OH wow! I think this is one of the best stories you have written as far as the imagery goes and the descriptive words! I feel the heart of that widowed woman! Great job!
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Thank you very much Joy! 😄. I should be watching kids more often then :D, they inspired this
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You have weaved a beautiful story from the image as though it is a window. Lovely imagination and a post filled with deep thoughts and empathy.
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Thank you very much! 😊 it’s great you connected with the story. I appreciate your reading it.
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Wonderful story. I liked the narration so much that I read the post thrice.
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Thank you! Ahhh, its an honor you liked it that much! 🙌❤
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Take your happy moments where ever you find them and enjoy them.
Brilliant story.
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That is indeed true! Thank you 😊
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It’s fascinating what a picture can inspire in us, you write so descriptively, you always draw the picture in my head and I see what you are writing…lonely but well written.
I have also nominated you for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award, (don’t worry it’s a rather easy one) here’s the link… http://onceuponahotflash.com/2016/01/26/dragons-loyalty-award/
Congratulations! 🙂
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