Superstition

Don’t ever dispose of this sewing machine.

He had never understood his father’s attachment to the junk that had been given a pride of place in his office

Your grandmother had used it for fifty years; this empire owes its origin to this machine.

The day his father chose to retire he moved to his father’s office; he had the sewing machine removed from its place.

By the end of day he was unsure of himself; everything had gone wrong.

You shouldn’t have shifted the machine, someone commented.

Don’t be superstitious.

But he was relieved when later he saw the machine back in his office.

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A post for FridayFictioneers

Victory March

They had won a great victory and everyone was rejoicing.

The streets were thronging with boisterous crowds. There was chest thumping and flag-waving all-around. The sky was lit with fireworks and air was bursting with victory cries.

She didn’t step out of her home. Six months back her warrior had been brought back in a casket. She was made to attend an elaborate burial ceremony. And then she was forgotten.

Her eight year old son was out there waving a flag.  She thought that there was something odd about that flag. She looked carefully and was surprised to see that it was painted red.

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A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt

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