I see her everyday on that bench. It is curious that I have never seen her face. Her wrinkled hand rests at the back of the bench as she sits still, statue like. I am sure she would make an excellent model for a sculpture.
She has the bearing of royalty. Her dress, although plain, looks neat and a scarf covers her head. I don’t know what thoughts run through her mind as she sits there from morning till midday and then leaves unseen. Nobody accompanies her, no one takes her hand and sits by her for a while.
Today, I wanted to have a good look at the mysterious old lady. Also, I wanted to be of some kind of help.
I went out to meet her. She was crying. But the tears were not of grief but of gratitude. She was in deep conversation with God. She was with God! She needed no one!
This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information, click HERE. Thank you Andy for the picture.
All through the story, I feel sorry for the old lady and your twist at the end proves that she isn’t alone after all, nor is she sad or lonely. Wonderful story, Shivangi! It gave me goosebumps.
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Thank you so much dear PJ… So happy that you liked it. This is my first attempt here and I will try my best to be a regular. Have a great day!😀😀
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I am so happy to hear that! I look forward to reading your future stories!
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Three cheers😀😀😀!!!
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😀 😀 😀
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Nice ending, I was worried about her for a bit. God is all she needs!
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Thanks a lot for reading… Yes, God is all we need…and everything else falls in place😀. Looking forward to read yours😀
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One with God …
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Thanks a lot for the visit and the perfect explanation😀
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This is such a beautiful tale Shivangi…tears of gratitude are such a wonderful place to be in….
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Indeed it is… Thanks a ton for reading and liking😀😀😀
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Great story, I like how we all thought she was lonely when she was actually in great company 🙂 Nicely done!
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Thanks a lot Alixa. Glad that you liked it😀
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My pleasure 🙂
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Such a beautiful story to be one with God. Great story. 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely words Susan😀
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What an uplifting story. It reminds us all that we are not alone even if we aren’t physically with anybody else.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting😀
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Makes you think we’re not ever truly alone with God. Great story.
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Thanks a lot Mandi for coming over and liking my story😀
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Awwe this is such an inspiring story, Shivangi! Beautiful. ❤ 🙂
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Thanks a ton Maria😀
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My pleasure, Shivangi… 🙂
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Just because someone is alone does not not always mean they are lonely. She finds all the solace she needs in prayer. Lovely story. 🙂
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Thanks a lot Louis… Rightly summed up!
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Alone and loneliness are two different places.I know.
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Yes, they are Keith. Thank you for the visit😀
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What a great twist on ‘the tears’… enjoyed!
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Thanks a ton for the visit😀
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Interesting. Being alone does not necessarily mean being lonely
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Yes Vandana… Thank you for visiting😀
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Some really nice descriptions of the old lady: her regal bearing, plain dress and headscarf, and wrinkled hand – as well as her seeming loneliness, really set the scene. You carried the story through to the powerful ending so well.
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So glad that you liked it Millie. You are a master storyteller, your appreciation means a lot😀
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It was a lovely story.
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