The travelling monk looked at the famous Il Gigante for a long, long time. His serene eyes were the colour of the ocean, while his orange robe gleamed in the sun. The beach was sparsely crowded and he found a quiet place to sit.
Sana, a middle aged writer, found the pensive monk as interesting as that colossal sculpture of Neptune towering above them. There was a strange, other-worldly glint in his eyes. She wanted to click his snap for her travelogue.
“Hello Sir, I am Sana, a tourist! Can I have a snap of yours, please,” she went near the monk and requested. He just smiled.
Perhaps, he did not know English language! She tried to communicate in a sign language. He smiled again, wrote something and gave her.
“The day this sculpture falls, the world will end. Every minute is important,” the note said.
Sana looked up, but the monk had vanished. A terrible gush of wind blew away the paper from her shivering hands!
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, please CLICK HERE. Thank you Momtheobscure for the image!
Wow! Great story Shivangi! I hope that gust of wind doesn’t mark the time of the sculpture falling down. I love how the monk mysteriously disappeared! Great story!
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So happy that you liked it PJ. Thanks a lot😀😀😀
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Hi Shivangi.. It’s great to see you after so long. 🙂
Great post😊
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Hi Sumit… Thanks a lot… Just got busy in daily chores.. With two little one running around it is very difficult to concentrate. However I have been reading:)
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Haha.. Yeah.. They must be toddlers nah😜😅
It’s good to know I could see you and your lost. 🙂
It feels good😃😊
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Wow, that’s creepy. Nice write.
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Thanks a lot Mandi😀
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I love your writing style here. You paint a vivid picture.
I wonder what happened to the monk….hmmm
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Thanks a lot dear. In India, there are said to be many such monks living in the Himalayas. If you will read about Babaji, guru of swami yogananda, you will get an idea. They are spiritually exalted people with supernatural power. Thanks again for reading😀
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No problem 🙂
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A great beginning, a middle and…then….an…END !!
And still a flash fiction !!
Wah !!
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Such a sweet comment,Sir. Thanks a lot😀
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Very ominous. Great story!
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Thanks a lot Ali😀
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That sculpture had better not fall since it has the World on it’s shoulders. Great story
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Thanks a lot Jacqueline!
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True Flash. 🙂
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Thanks a lot YS😀
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How very mysterious! Hopefully the day the statue falls is a long time distant. Great story, Shivangi. 🙂
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Thanks a lot Louise for coming over and reading😀
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Wow -what a heart stopping realization. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading😀
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