Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less).
Full Circle
The street is just as I remember it. The cobbled path leads to the small gate. On either side, the houses are painted bright cream.
A few plants fall on to the walls from a parapet above. It is silent, just as it was thirty years ago, not even the sound of a breeze passing through.
The sound of a suitcase being put down makes me turn. Ananth, my son, walks ahead to the old age home.
“A bright street to darkness,” I remember my father telling me.
Thirty years. I hadn’t understood those words then. I do just now.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 8th July 2016)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me 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.
Vins! what you sow.. enookee paryunnapole. Liked this one 🙂
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Yep. What you sow is what you reap. Righto, Pins. 🙂
That is sad. Lovely write up, Vinay 🙂
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Yes. Life is such, Maliny.
Poor man. Love the title – and the narrator’s sense of powerlessness and inevitability. You’ve captured the tragedy of his situation.
Thank you, Margaret. Glad you felt I’ve captured his helplessness.
Dear Vinay,
This puts me in mind of Joni Mitchell’s Circle Game. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9VoLCO-d6U
Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. 🙂
Busy life gets in the way of caring for the elderly. It is sad when this happens. Loved this short piece.
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It is sad, and something that shouldn’t happen, Dashy. but it does.
A bright street to darkness, what a quote, well done.
Thank you, Mike. I think it would feel that way to them, even if we don’t see it.
A bright street to darkness. LOVE that line…..
Thank you, Alicia. I think it would feel that way to them, even if we don’t see it.
Vinay, beautifully written as always. I guess this is why they say that everything will be revealed at an appropriate time. Life gives you meanings long after you’ve taken an action.
Very true. 🙁 That appropriate time coms a little too late usually. Thank you, Sreedeep.
Full circle… sometimes you wonder what happens behind closed doors.
Oh yes. We do wonder that what happened to lead to that! Thank you, Bjorn.
Good story, Vinay. I understand a bright street to darkness very well as my mother had Alzheimer’s and had to go to a nursing home. You have to find a good one if it’s in the U.S. They are government-supported once the person’s money is gone. A family member needs to keep going and visiting and checking on the person. Good writing. —- Suzanne
Yeah. That’s another interpretation to my story, I guess. But it’s sad, either way. I am glad to hear that they are government supported. That’s a positive thing. 🙂
Glad you liked my writing, Suzanne.
Beautiful post that is powerful and one that reinforces the old adage of “we reap what we sow”!
Yes. So true. We don’t realize that when we sow, I guess. Thank you, Sunita.