Thursday, 4 December 2014

The Icicles


                                                                                  Photo prompt-copyright- Janet Webb

It would be the third winter that he would be all alone in this desolate place.
His son couldn't come even for mother’s funeral. He was too busy climbing corporate ladder. He had later called assuring that he would be with him on Christmas. Next year, he had said that he would surely try. This year he had not even called and Christmas was just a few days away.
He looked through the window. Everything was frozen. Tiny icicles hanging from frozen flowers attracted him.
“Did she like the icicles? No? Yes?”
It hurt him because he could not recall.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.

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14 comments:

  1. Maniparna4 December 2014 at 23:44

    Harsh truth with so many families nowadays... :-(

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  2. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields5 December 2014 at 03:17

    Dear IB,

    That corporate ladder climbing is evil. Nicely done.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Subroto5 December 2014 at 08:51

    Nicely done. You have described the sense of abandonment and loss really well.

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  4. Indrani5 December 2014 at 19:53

    Oh! So painful and a reality staring at us to happen in our lives.

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  5. Unknown5 December 2014 at 23:32

    So very sad. Also filled with truth. It's heartbreaking when family takes a back seat to career.

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    1. i b arora6 December 2014 at 15:32

      thanks Emilie, it is all about priorities and choices we make

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  6. brudberg6 December 2014 at 16:21

    Sad sad.. Loneliness is what destroys the human mind.

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  7. Anonymous6 December 2014 at 18:32

    I fear this most - the idea of forgetting what a person looked like or sounded like or liked - after they are gone and I remain. Lovely piece. Alicia

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