(Image Credit: Sandra Crook)
There was something about trains that was both reverential and reviling to Venky. he could spend hours sitting on the uncomfortable iron bench in the station and watch trains come and go by in a steady stream of babble. But the hustle and bustle of the locomotive also drove him to the point of hysterical despair. Years ago it was one such train that ferried his Ash away from him to a distant land. But a land that offered her prosperity and progress.
Venky got up and brushed away the solitary tear that threatened to roll down his cheek.
(Word Count: 99)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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Hey, you promised me a happier story. And here I am, shedding would-be tears in sympathy with you again. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Oops! Got carried away by the prompt. But won’t disappoint you the next time!
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I hold you to that. 🙂
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What a sad story, filled with emotion. Poor Venky, to have loved so deeply and for so long. Hopefully Ash will return to him soon.
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Thanks Much!
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He should have gone with her.
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Yes. He would have loved to!
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What a sad story. He shouldn’t have let her go. You’ve captured his hopelessness very well.
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Given an opportunity he would have held onto her for dear life!
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Good job of describing complicated feelings. I’m glad the sad memory doesn’t keep him away from his area of interest.
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Thanks Much!
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You are welcome, Venky.
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So sad. The emotions are captured so well here.
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Thank you so much!
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