After Death

In response to the prompt at Friday Fictioneers, the image for the prompt, courtesy of Douglas MacIlroy.

After Death

{Word count: 99}

“There’s no escape from life, even if you die.”

Sameera’s sullen voice surprised her cousin Rishabh.

“What do you mean? Once you’re gone, you’re gone,” he countered.

She looked straight down. On the whitish sand, a spider tore at a dead roach.

Photo Credits: Douglas MacIlroy

“See. Why can’t the spider just let the roach be; go back to Earth?”

Rishabh still didn’t understand. He smiled, putting his hand around her shoulder.

“Survival, Sam. It’s all about survival.”

The voices of their family rang out nearby, arguing over splitting the family property evenly.

Behind them, the smoke still rose from their grandfather’s pyre.

(19th December 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

12 thoughts on “After Death”

  1. This is was reality is made of.. sigh!
    My mom was telling me abt one such incident recently and I couldn’t help but wonder how callous and cruel we are as humans…
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