The Bride of Fourteen

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Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. It had been an unusually long one. She would be 100 in a couple of years. Although her memory was blurred now, she still remembered the day of her marriage at the age of fourteen.

And the day when her eldest was born. She was sixteen then. And she didn’t know how to hold the little one. But during those days, there were so many people on whom she could rely. Her husband, parents, siblings, friends…but now they were all gone.

It was funny but she never really missed anyone after they left her. She felt she was connected with all of them through ‘Him’. ‘He’ had been her constant companion since childhood. Her conversations with ‘Him’ were entertaining and sustaining. ‘He’ would be there for her even till the end of the world, she knew it.

She laughed like a girl of fourteen again!

This story is a part of Mondays Finish the Story by Barbara Beacham. This is a flash fiction challenge where a new photo and the opening sentence is provided. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words. Click here to take up the challenge: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com

30 thoughts on “The Bride of Fourteen

  1. I love the way you wove “Him” throughout the story! This is a wonderful piece on having faith! Thanks Shivangi for writing again for the MFtS challenge! I appreciate your contributions! Be well… ^..^

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  2. Good story, Shivangi. What a lovely peace of mind she has. She’s lead a good life and is not afraid of it ending. She feels connected to everything in life and beyond it. Well done. I love the beautiful Indian fabric art on your blog page. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    1. You summed it up beautifully Suzanne…yes, for her life and death are like night and day. The fabric art is Madhubani painting straight from the heart of Rural Bihar in India. 🙂

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