I lie trapped within a body which neither
lets me die nor live.
Bedridden and immobile, I beseech my
children to poison me.
“Let death be the perfect gift for my 70th
birthday.”
My grandson trots over, climbs the bed and
plants a kiss on my wilted cheek.
He gives me love. A better gift.
[This post has been selected by my team Coup d'East (Team East of 'Indian Bloggers League') as the official entry for the IBL 2013 in the category of "55 word fiction". Hope it wins]
Topic for the contest was: Write a 55 fiction about the most
priceless gift you have received from your loved one.
Love is always better. Isn't it ?
ReplyDeleteloved the way story took a U turn in the last statement :)
Hmmm....love is truly an irreplaceable gift... :)
Deletetruly a much better gift :)
ReplyDelete^_^
DeleteBeautiful.... :)
ReplyDeletethanks :/
Deletelovely !!
ReplyDeleteAll the best for contest :)
thanks swati
ReplyDeleteLove is what make us live...
ReplyDeleteNice Lines
thank u :)
DeleteSweet birthday gift!
ReplyDelete:))
Deleteloved the story, the emotions clearly came out inspite of the word restrictions. All the best Ritesh :)
ReplyDeletethanks jiggyasa ^_^
DeleteHi Ritesh !!
ReplyDeleteThe very nature of 55 word fiction taking an abrupt yet pleasant turn in the end makes writing it a joy. I liked your piece and wish you all the best for the contest.
Cheers !!
Vivek
http://viveksheel-blog.blogspot.in/
thanks viveksheel... ^_^
DeleteHow touching!
ReplyDeleteI dread old age.
haha....may you always stay young ;)
ReplyDeleteYou Indeed are the king of 55-Fiction. I never tried one .. every.
ReplyDeletehaha...thanks...u should give a try....i know u will pull it off better than anybody
ReplyDeleteI wonder how do you do this. I second ankita and yes the post is the same-surprisingly good :)
ReplyDeletewell thanks... :)
ReplyDeletefabulous !! just fabulous !! Ritesh you are best with this , as say , always !! loved it !
ReplyDeleteThanks jack ^_^
ReplyDelete