Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, inspired by Janet Webb’s photography; and The Blog Chatter.


“No more sugar,” the doctor had said.

The efforts to avoid that crisis began then. At first, the Colonel complied, but after a few days, they found him at the local patisserie, his favorite donut in his hand.

Violet took leave from work to monitor her father. Each time he tried to sneak off, she would patiently explain to him the risks. He listened to her.

A few days later, though, he was the patisserie again. Violet had been bathing.

She cried, her determination broken at last.

“We’re trying to fill a shopping cart with water,” her husband observed.

(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 28th July 2016)


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.

18 thoughts on “Pointless”

  1. This too shall pass. Violet will find that breathing space soon, I feel. 🙂 The last observation is only one borne out of frustration.

    • Yes. It’s difficult to restrain the thing we loved once, and it might be hurting. But there are some effects of not restraining that will hurt much much more in the long run. Thank you, Shalini.

  2. My first thought was: the colonel is responsible for his own life, and patronizing him isn’t the way to go. Maybe Violet can make it clear to him how much his illness and behaviour upsets and hurts her… maybe he’d change for the love of his daughter. Very realistic, and I think most of us can relate to that. Great story.

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