Friday, 14 January 2022

 

The Bridge



Both of them, the old man and the child, were intently looking at the horizon. Where does it end? Both of them were wondering.

“Grandpa, is it very painful, this surgery?”

“Well, they inject some medicine. One is not conscious of anything.”

“You will miss me.”

“No, you will be always with me.”

“Where does it end, grandpa?”

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“It’s such a beautiful day. I wish I could touch the sky.”

“Dam it. We will cross the bridge …….”

“Perhaps it may never come?”

The old man got up. The child felt a tremor when he touched grandpa’s hand.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

19 comments:

  1. I liked the metaphor of the horizon

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  2. I'm glad grandpa is having the conversation with him. Kids shouldn't be kept in the dark about life and death.

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  3. Where does it end? Indeed. Well done.

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  4. Dear Arora,

    Very poignant piece. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Thought-provoking dialogue with a moving conclusion. Nice one.

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  7. Death is a hard thing to face no matter where one is in life. It's good that the grandfather and grandchild had each other to help them.

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  8. As long as the grandchild remembers, his grandfather will never be far away from him.

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  9. This is a beautiful. Not many kids get a chance like this.

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  10. A bittersweet story told with gorgeous imagery. I hope the grandpa comes through the surgery okay but I have a bad feeling about that.

    Anne from annehiga.com

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