neelwrites/gettinglost/FF/shortstory/07/09/2017

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8 September 2017

GETTING LOST

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ever since Arushi died, it seems he’s lost it.

Barren lands, the ominous skies above, the whistling of the westerly winds, the scary feel of giant lizards creeping through tattered jeans, the slow burning of his battered half baked soul ___he wants to experience all this, and then some more.

“Could you leave a forwarding address, someway we can keep in touch”, concerned, they gently asked.

He doesn’t honour them with a reply.

Guess, they understand. His sister recently gone, swallowed by cancer, and add to that Liza’s betrayal.

His cup of woes overflows, they aver.

Unmindful, he moves ahead, though unsure if can ever move on.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #99words #gettinglost

28 thoughts on “neelwrites/gettinglost/FF/shortstory/07/09/2017

  1. Moon

    When sorrows come… they come in batallions.
    Great writing, Neel.

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    1. Yes, they do. Thanks Moon.

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      1. Moon

        Sorry about the spelling mistake.😀

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  2. I didn’t understand the lizards crawling through his jeans. Should this be genes?

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    1. It’s meant to be jeans. I wanted to show the hardships including physical that he is undergoing, Neil.

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  3. The last line says everything, Neel. Hope the protagonist finds some solace someday.

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    1. We would be nothing if not for hope. Thanks Kalps.

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  4. Strong writing Neel. Dark times, hopefully in his wandering he will find something that inspires him to live again.

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    1. Man is but a little mound of hope. Hope he finds himself. Thanks Kelly.

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  5. michael1148humphris

    You have described those days of woe, and done it beautifully. Sadly most people face such times at some piont

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    1. It is something we all battle at some point in our lives.

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  6. The man’s at rock bottom. The only way is up, I hope.

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    1. Hope’s what we all got, isn’t it? Thanks Sandra.

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  7. Misfortune never comes single and it comes riding on a horseback. Until it leaves even by foot, one should always cling on to hope. Afterall, hope maybe the best of things one could cling to. Very strong writing, Neel. Really made me feel for your protagonist.

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    1. It is these misfortunes that make us strong. We need to encounter them and face them squarely.
      Thanks Varad.

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  8. It never rains but it pours ……… very apt with this prompt.

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  9. You captured his despair very well, Neel.

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  10. I love the lyrical sense of poetry in this tragic tale. Well done!

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  11. When you are at the bottom the only way is up I think… great writing

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  12. Dear Neel,

    Beautifully written and oh so tragic.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS One little nitpick: Your last line: “Unmindful, he moves ahead, though unsure if can ever move on.” should be “unsure if HE can …” (That brings you to an even 100;) )

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    1. Thanks Rochelle for the awesome praise. Your words and comments are bliss and always looked forward to.

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  13. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover

    You captured his trials beautifully. That last line was masterful.

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  14. The heart grieves for this poor man. Great writing.

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