Monday 12 December 2016

The Cremation
PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin
As the plane neared the airport, his anguish overwhelmed him.
‘Why did I come now when she is no more? I could have come earlier; should have come earlier. But I always found an excuse to postpone the trip. It’s almost fifteen years and not even once did I.……?’
Hundreds of people came for the cremation. He could sense that they had all come because now he was a celebrity.
Everyone was eager to personally convey his condolences. It was just a pretense. But how could he fault any of them when his own love for his mother was a mere pretense?   
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

Word count 102

10 comments:

  1. Dear Arora,

    We live in such a busy world, don't we? The important things and people get lost in the shuffle.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. The same story in every family... sad!

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  4. How sad. At least he came. It sounds as though his guilt will be with him from now on. I've seen guilt after a death before and it's never pleasant. Good writing, I.B. I hope you and yours were nowhere near the cyclone. ---- Suzanne

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    1. thanks Suzanne, we are far away from Chennai.

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  5. Looking back at things we should have done is always painful when it's too late. Good story.

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