Another Dead End
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“I hate them! I’m never going back again.” She smashed a cup.
Granny continued rocking.
“I don’t matter, only society matters. Just because Rahul’s poor….”
“…Unemployed.” Granny cut in. “Just think! No money. No roof.”
“I… we’ll stay with you Dadi. You’re lonely.”
“I don’t mind. Not now. Would Rahul like to stay so far away…? ”
“…. He would! He can draw and paint in peace.”
“And you?”
“I’ll be with him.” She giggled. “Whispering sweet nothings.”
“What’ll you eat?”
“Whatever you cook.”
“I don’t cook anymore.”
“Why not?”
Granny gave a cackle and vanished in a puff of smoke.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Yarnspinner for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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Beautifully written, as always, Dahlia. I loved the true to life granddaughter- grandmother relationship- with granny as her confidante and shelter. Wonderful twist too though it did make me a little sad.🙂
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Thanks Moon for your lovely comment 🙂
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Intriguing read. Quite a twist in the tail.
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Thanks YS! 😀
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Loved this one! The optimism of youth…. Love and poverty don’t go hand in hand as your heroine will soon find out. Thank God granny is dead else she’d land up supporting a bum.
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And hence the cackle – she’s quite relieved she’s out of it all 😀 Thanks Sunita 🙂
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They didn’t notice she was dead? That’s careless
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Hahah Good catch Neil. But granny stayed alone in the village and she landed up soon after she died 😀
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Interesting!
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😀 Thanks
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Dear Dahlia,
Imaginative story. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle 🙂
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That was a fun take, Dahlia.
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Thanks Dale 😀
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That “Poof!” took me completely by surprise 🙂 Really good writing, although I wanted to shake some sense into that silly girl 🙂
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Thanks Linda especially for wanting to shake some sense into her! I am glad/relieved her essence came through 🙂
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I like the slightly cynical shade that Granny has become – great to imagine a ghost with a sense of humour! I have a lot of sympathy for the girl. When you’re young, the thought that love conquers all is very strong. It’s a nice delusion and I wouldn’t want her to lose it unnecessarily quickly. But she needs to be a bit more practical if her lover wants to be an artist.
I love the title you’ve given your story!
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Thank you Penny for your lovely comment 🙂
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So well done, Dahlia. The ending caught me. It sounds like the granddaughter needs to start making her own way and the husband/boyfriend too.
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Methinks she and Rahul will both have second thoughts🤔😁 Thanks Sascha
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Great story with an excellent twist.
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Thanks Lisa 🙂
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Yeek! Is Granny’s house going spare, then? Maybe they can live there. Otherwise they’re going to find that love and hope alone aren’t going to pay the rent.
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Yeah a bit of a shocker for the fantasy world she’s been living in – thanks for visiting 🙂
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The twist in the end was amazing!
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Thanks Vasu 🙂
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No Hotel Grandma for them, smart Granny. That was funny and unexpected.
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Hotel Grandma!!! Exactly😁Thanks for reading and kind comment
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You’ve been writing more fiction, Dahlia! yay! Keep it up! 🙂
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Not as much as I would like to! Hopefully this week will be a little less hectic and technical 😀 Thanks for visiting Theresa 🙂
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Yes, I hope you have more time as well. 🙂
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🙂
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That was kind of scary and humorous at the same time, yes the puff says it all….
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😀
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Hahahaaa…. what a dead end 😂
Ohh, how much I feel like knocking some sense into her head… “whispering sweet nothings” can satisfy her hunger 😜
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Woh bhi kya zamana hota hai jab whispers of sweet nothings are enough sustenance. Tum nahi samjogi Sv kuch kuch hota hai 😜
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Hahaa…. aise sweet nothings ki wajah se hee, ab aur fields mein bhi hame phal mil rahi hai… so well trained 😝😝😝 (Excuse my Hindi please)
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Achcha! Toh woh sab sweet nothings ka kamal hai! Off to try it 😉
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