Full Circle

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less).


Photo © Jan Marler Morrill

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)

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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.

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22 thoughts on “Full Circle

  1. Poor man. Love the title – and the narrator’s sense of powerlessness and inevitability. You’ve captured the tragedy of his situation.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

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