As Time Flies

F   is for 'Forever' Photo prompt -Ted Strutz “Papa this is my car. Never sell it… I’ll take it to the college,” said little He. I knew it was not a possibility but never thought they would strip me of my glory. Little you used to ride with me; I heard your first Gibberish. You spent each day with me until a few years back and now you’ll abandon me, I wanted to say as they started pulling me. A voice caught my attention – “Papa this is my car. Never sell it… let it stay in the backyard please,” said ‘his’ little ‘she’.  Guess I’ll stay forever. ................................................................................................................................ Linking this post to ABC-W where you can read more posts, this Wednesday the letter is 'F' .  The post is also a part of the ever-inspiring Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle and the Six Sentence stories hosted by Denise

“Honey, do you see those duct tapes there? Well, I patched up the door; that naughty thing hurt itself after bumping into me yesterday night. A compassionate man, I fixed the ugly scratches and bruises,” said Adam boastfully when he saw his wife transfixed by the door after seeing his work.  CREDIT

“Mamma is Santa visiting us this year?” asked little Rosy. “Maybe”, answered her mother while she was busy sewing the red cloth. All this while Rosy sat there dreaming about the ‘man in red’ who visited every child in the world except her, the reindeers who could light up her home, only if they paid her a short visit, about the gifts that she had so longed for since he left a void in their lives.

The World beckoned for a visit, but here he lay trapped in shackles, bound to the virtual reality.  Copyright –  Douglas M. MacIlroy His passion longed for his touch but he seemed more attracted to the greenery on the other side of the screen than the garden that lay in front of him.

Burdened by the hopes, stooped under the weight of self-pity she decided to take the plunge for once. Although willing to bring about a change, she was still in a dilemma as she was reluctant to initiate the process of transformation.

It grows because you are the one that constantly feeds it, control yourself and it would deflate”, said Sam. Pia wanted to surrender to the thought but he was precious to her. courtesy pixabay

"She was an ugly duckling in all senses so the relationship strained", so her 'ex' claimed. The bait was perfect for such a gathering but the timing went wrong. Thank you Denise

Source Each anniversary a surprise would wait for her and he somehow made his gifts unique often leaving her wondering ‘if everything was real’ . This time, they were seven seas apart and she could feel his pangs of this separation; “ His face is a mirror of his true feelings ,” she said to herself. There Skype conversation made her uneasy as her commitments kept her away from him.         ........................................................................................................................................................... She  unlocked the door softly and as the minute hand touched twelve she screamed at the top of her voice “ SURPRISE! ” His silhouette was visible on the couch. “ No, ” she realized; there were two. source Aug 4th:  Caught red-handed ALSO,  Linking up with  Uncharted Blog  and  Six Sentence Stories , where the cue word is Minute.

"I Guess it was him. Yes, it had to be him as yesterday he had said he would give a call," She mumbled, as the thoughts about their blind date flooded her vision. The connection was weak and from what she could make out, he said," will be at the doorstep by seven and ..," something about her odour." They were meeting and she had to be her fragrant best was all she cared about.  She got busy asking friends about fragrances to make it an evening to remember; still, something seemed amiss to her. Ready by 6.45 she waited for him; peeping through the window, pacing across the room, sitting down  to start the ritual again after a minute. Sharp at seven the bell rang, making her heart thump severely and when she opened the door with a  perfect smile on her lips, a hand holding a box stretched towards her; "Ma'am, your order  and kindly pay in cash." Aug 1st:  Stranger than fiction This post was originally written for  Six ...

Source They cribbed about the dressing style. They shouted at the raw manners. They mocked at the verbal abilities. He stood silent, ever smiling to the hard hitters. Then one day he achieved what they dreamt. He prayed for them to be forgiven for the ignorant seldom know the right path. Do you believe in "forgive & forget"? This post is a part of the A to Z Challenge 2016. Today's letter is A.

photo by Caroline Knopf This week the letter is 'E' and I dabble in the Fiction. Open to critiques! While she stood by the waters, the silence echoed the story of her life. After five years of companionship that faced the turbulences of life to triumph over the enemy and the soul, he ditched her for death. The dove-eyed lass with a feeble body took over the reigns of the sea and the cause of the people – his people and now her children. The longing for him never left her but the love he had bestowed upon her during that short spell proved deeper than the sea. His body had left her 25 years ago but the soul he left behind for her – his eternal love. Linking to Mag 305

 “Where are you taking me?”  Riddhi asked annoyed with him for having forgotten to wish her, leave alone give the gift she had desired for on their first anniversary, an early morning breakfast with him and the sunrise in the background as the new resort in their city claimed. “Endurance my dear is the best companion at the moment,”   Atul replied with a kidding note in his voice. “Hope he has no despicable ideas,”   she recollected the news about the suicide by a young, much in love couple. In addition, she remembered him talking about bringing some   Project   to its conclusion.   “Was it she?”