Jay Gatsby & Daisy Buchanan

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(Photo Credit: Fandango)

A clear blue sky afforded an unsullied view of the skyline across the blue brooding expanse of water. The undulating and uneven line of skyscrapers bore mute testimony to power, wealth and an uber coolness that was characteristic of 21st Century capitalism. But does prosperity also mean peace? Venky could care less.

The skyline and the expanse of water separating it made him the modern day Jay Gatsby. A Gatsby who knew the exact location of his Daisy, the Daisy Buchanan who made him laugh and lament, cry and celebrate. His Daisy who did not even know about his unblinking focus on the gray steel and glass structures one of whose confines represented her home. Well, given her obdurate nature she couldn’t care less either.

Venky was the Jay Gatsby of facade, fun and frolic. Dispensing cheer, camaraderie, cordiality and cocktails he was an epitome of effervescence and enthusiasm.  But very few knew that these were a futile attempt at escapism. A feeble effort at coming to grips with the absence of Daisy.  A hope which would never materialize and an event that was sure not to manifest.

Didn’t matter she was named Ash. She would always be his Daisy.

(Word Count: 200)

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here.  To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

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