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.
I liked the metaphor of the horizon
ReplyDeleteI'm glad grandpa is having the conversation with him. Kids shouldn't be kept in the dark about life and death.
ReplyDeleteyes i agree, thanks for the comments
DeleteWhere does it end? Indeed. Well done.
ReplyDeletethat's the mystery. thanks
DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteVery poignant piece. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thought-provoking dialogue with a moving conclusion. Nice one.
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ReplyDeleteDeath 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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DeleteAs long as the grandchild remembers, his grandfather will never be far away from him.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful. Not many kids get a chance like this.
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DeleteA bittersweet story told with gorgeous imagery. I hope the grandpa comes through the surgery okay but I have a bad feeling about that.
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thanks.
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