SPF: Return Gift


Return Gift

Words 201

 On a courtesy visit to a distant cousin, I was constrained to accept their lunch invitation. Didi was busy cooking while Jeejaji was out working.

Hot and bored, I tried to make friends with my 6-year–old niece.

“So many toys!” I remarked.

Sia didn’t look up.

“I don’t have any. Give me one?”

“Adults don’t play with toys.”

“Even as a child I didn’t have any toys.”

“Liar.” She looked up. “Even Granny had toys.”

“Well, I don’t remember. Surely you can spare me one?”

You didn’t get me anything.”

“Sia!” Didi came bustling in.

“Let her be.”



“Here have samosas.” Didi shook her head at Sia before disappearing.

Sia bent her head.

“Have one.” I offered.

Sia’s eyes flickered but she shook her head.

“Why not?”

“That is only for guests.”

“I am a relative.”

“Mother will scold me.”

“Consider it my ‘gift’ to you.”

Her face shone. “I love samosas.”

“Me too.”

Nibbling, she confided, “Mother makes samosas only for guests. And they eat up all the samosas.”

“Maybe I should come more often?”

She giggled.

“You can take this house. No! Santa. Okay the tree. Or…”

I left with the tree and a nagging conscience.


Written for Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less hosted by Alistair Forbes.To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

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