Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt provided this week by Georgia Koch. Thank you Rochelle and Georgia.
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The Stowaway
Words 102
“Accept it darling,” he said, “my time’s up.”
“What about me?” she held his hand in a death grip.
He smiled. “Your boat is yet to dock. I’ll just go on ahead and arrange things…”
“No!” she flared up. “I don’t like your ‘arrangements’. Remember how you messed up the kitchen?”
“But you loved redoing it.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I thought you believed in destiny? That we are married for seven lives?”*
“I need to buy medicines.” She dashed across the busy street.
Impatient (and skeptical), she thought it prudent to give fate a helping hand.
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*According to Hinduism, marriage between a couple is not limited to this life only, it extends to seven or more lives.
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This was a pleasure to read.
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Thank you so much!
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Awww, that was so beautiful and romantic!! Will she successfully redo it?? Excellent writing!! Lovvvedd it!!
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Thanks so much Svkuki 🙂
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Fate only works if we give it a helping hand. Lovely story
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Thank you!
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Oh no please tell me she didn’t try to kill herself?
lovely story.
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Yea, she’s the stowaway 😉 Thanks for reading
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Wouldn’t that be cheating fate!?..what if fate has other plans and decide to halt his boat!
It’s so amazing how much you can express with a few lines….
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Then in that case, he was wrong, the boat was for her and not him 😉 😀
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Then she is lucky!…she would be saved from redoing the arrangements 😉 😀
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😀
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Challenging, could the boat not be for both of them?
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That’s what she is planning on ensuring. Thanks for visiting 🙂
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How do they know which life together they’re living, what if the seven years are up? Very interesting story.
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A very good point! Thanks for visiting 🙂
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Wow that was deep! Aaand Dahlia is back with a bang!!!! 🙂
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Aww thanks 🙂
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Oh, beautifully done, and very allusive! I loved this story. And this line moved me strangely:
‘“What about me?” she held his hand in a death grip.’
And, how strange – my story had a lost love, and a person going willingly to her death.
Something about that photograph of that boat!
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Hi Vijaya glad you liked. Off to read yours 🙂
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Which one is a better blessing…cant judge …to wait or someone waiting for us….says a lot…blessed to be able to read…thank you
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Yes, Dahlia, I read it before. I did not comment that time. Very moving. I have seen it happen. When two people are lifelong partners and love each other, even the death cannot separate them. One either follows soon after or goes before.
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Yes I have also seen it happen.
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