The Stowaway

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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Photo Prompt – Copyright Georgia Koch

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.

*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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Dahlia

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21 thoughts on “The Stowaway”

  1. 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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  2. 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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