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WHO STOLE MY HONEY? (99 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Neha opened the windows and the memories came flooding by.
“What’s your favourite colour? Wait, let me guess”.
They were at the restaurant corner table. His piercing eyes boring into hers, smiling cockily the way truly tall, dark, and handsome among mortals do.
“Orchids?”
“But I am so dark?” she had said, inflecting her voice to sound hurt.
“No. But because you are one__ lovely, loving, and lovable.
Thus saying, the hunter had won over the hunted; the flower dripped clear of all her
honey.
She gave one last look at the withered orchids__bent and wasted__, and then jumped.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle
at https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
neelwritesblog 
Dear Neel,
Rather bittersweet story. You did leave me wondering why she jumped at the end.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Because she felt she was used and then discarded,
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Like Rochelle I was left wondering by the ending, is it a tragic jump or a jump towards happiness in the future? Interesting work.
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I though it was clear that she jumped off. Or, maybe i should have added off to avoid any ambiguity. But then at times such ambiguity leaves the reader a tad guessing. Isn’t that good, Kelly?
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That is good, let them read into it what they will.
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Oh, that was a shocking ending. Or was it? I think you’re on to something, Neel.
Great job!
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I am so glad you liked the story, especially its ending. Thanks.
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I suspect the pavement will be littered with bodies before too long – there are probably enough lotharios around to guarantee that. Nicely done.
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I fear so. There is something in the winter air that fosters such feelings, methinks so. Thank you dear Sandra for your kind comments.
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That’ll give the marauding chickens something to peck on.
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A sad end to a promising beginning. So muc of life is like that. A little tragedy
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Life at times can be torturous. Thanks Lynn for the read and your appreciation.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Yes, how truly sad. Thanks Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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We seem to have chosen a rather similar theme… sad that she jumped in the end.
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Great minds think alike, ah!. Thanks Bjorn.
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I had to re-read twice to satisfy myself about your meaning. THEN I read the comments, and I did get it right:) You can congratulate yourself that I was interested enough to read it through three times!
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Ah! that is so sweet of you to do. I am so glad the story hooked you to read and re-read it twice and thrice. Your words are like a balm to me and will act as a fillip. Thanks so much Linda.
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I love the image/symbolism of the withered orchids, Neel
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Thanks Siobhan
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From the way you described him i could see no good coming. Beautiful ending.
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Thank you so much. Your appreciation is so much looked forward to, Jane.
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My pleasure, Neel 🙂
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He did sound too slick. Poor girl. No man is worth dying for.
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Very true, Dale. And thanks for the read.
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Taken advantage of by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, I suspect.
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Yes, your guess is absolutely correct. Such types are a proliferation. And a menace too. Thanks Alicia for your appreciation.
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What a tragedy, for her not to realize that nobody is worth jumping for, no matter how handsome or how badly he broke her heart.
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that was sad. she must have felt that life was no longer worth living.
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Probably not the first to be fooled by the slick-talking Mr. Handsome, nor the last. Still, he wasn’t worth dying for.
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I want to tell them all not to live their life for the love of another!
But you can’t tell the young…
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They seem to have a mind of their own which they ended up messing at times. Thanks.
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He stole her honey. So sad that in many cultures, this is the whole of a woman’s worth.
Thank you for making us mull over what her future could have been.
Found your blog on FF, hope you can visit mine also.
– Lisa
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Indeed sad especially when there is more to a woman that just her honey.
I am so glad that you passed by and read my story. I shall definitely yours and hope we become good friends, Lisa.
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There was no chance of a happy ending here …. the line the hunter had caught the hunted did for me. Hunters never have good futures for their prey.
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Oh, yes that was more than a subtle end. Thanks for the appreciation.
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I knew what you meant. In India, people often jump to end their misery: off balconies, down wells, off roofs. Depression is a tragic frame of mind. What a sorry scumbag he was to ruin someone’s life and move on to the next victim. There should be a class in school for girls to warn them of these macho idiots. My hope is that each and every one of them meets a woman who turns the tables on them and leaves them miserable Good writing, Neel. —- Suzanne
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Yes, it is a sad reality of today’s existence in all Indian cities, especially the rural belts.
Thank you for your very appreciative comments.
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Very true. The reality is India is very despressing vis a vis wone’s ‘perceived’ status. Thanks you Suzanne.
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A tragic story – well penned. I am curious though, why do you use underscores? Any particular reason for I thought hyphens were the norm.
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Thanks Dahlia for your lovely appreciation. Yes, I think it is to do with my computer word programme.
I somehow get an underscore when all I wanted was maybe a hyphen or a simple em dash.
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