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Broken shards lying all around.
Dishevelled sheets on the bed
Closets stripped of their contents
Loose papers torn and strewn across
A little boy squatting in one corner
Horrors written all over his face
Mum enters the room shock-stricken
“What happened during the half an hour I was out?“
Her eyes ask the boy.
Just then.
Stone smashing the window lands at her feet.
A piece of paper loosens up in the breeze.
‘You are not wanted here, you rotten fish.
Leave and go away with your pup, you whore‘
The message hits.
WHORE.
Each letter of the word pricked
The life she wanted to escape from
Yet couldn’t manage to go any farther.
This piece is written in response to the one hundred and eighty-fifth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the above picture prompt hosted at Void Thoughts by Vinitha Dileep. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
The Bespectacled Mother 
This one took me by surprise, Anamika. I didn’t expect such an ending. I was waiting for the mother to unravel the boy’s mischief. How tragic is it when one can’t get away from their past misery! Well articulates, Anamika.
It’s truly a pleasure to read your posts. 💗
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I would love to have your constructive feedback offline, Vinitha.
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Sure, will discuss, definitely. 😊😊
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Good suspense build-up Didi! And you brought the story to a closure just with one word! Beautiful!
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Thank you for your appreciation, Nitika 🙂
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I was wondering if the boy had been up to some mischief. But the last line took my breath away and broke my heart.
So wonderfully done, Anamika! You pulled off the twist at the end so well. I am glad you are trying new narrative styles to express your ideas. ❤
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Vinitha also pointed out to the same things about the boy committing some mischief. Now that I think of it, I see a possibility there. Thanks for appreciating the story, Shilpa. As of now, I know nothing about different narrative styles. My mind shaped up this story in this way and I let it flow. There is a lot for me to learn. Where to start from is the question.
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Your mind knows best, Anamika. Let it flow.
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This was quite impactful in so short a piece, Anamika. Enjoying your fiction!
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Thank you, Corinne.
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Poignant. A story told through a poem. Brilliantly done.
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Thank you, Balaka.
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Wow! That was some piece of fiction. Short but hitting.
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Thank you, Sunita.
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