FFfAW Challenge-Week of September 12, 2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

It’s been over twenty hours and Shivam hasn’t moved a limb.

Seated on a lone garden chair abutting the ICU, he is oblivious to the world, his eyes, stony eyed and transfixed, stares expectedly at the pot of flowers arrayed in from of him.

‘I’m sorry, she is no more’… , ‘We tried our best but …’  ‘Sorry but we couldn’t save her…’

As the minutes roll into hours and the hours threaten to stretch into days, his heart beats bounce around wildly smashing the inner crevices of his anguished heart.

With renewed energy and monk like attention, he focuses on the multi-hued flowers,

every sinew, nerve and tissue arching out of his by now spent frame.

‘Papa, take care of the flowers. I’ll come back soon’.

Her words, spoken in that funny toothless manner that 4 year olds are prone to elicits a smile from  his eyes.

He hears footsteps and turns around.

It’s the doctor; he’s smiling.

Shivam turns to the flowers.

They’re smiling, too.

©neelanilpanciker2017 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #FFfAW #fiction #shortstory #167words

8 thoughts on “neelwrites/what’swiththeflowers/FFfAW/fiction/shortstory/167words/13/09/2017

  1. Poignant. Very well written.

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  2. Wonderful story Neel! So glad there was good news in the end!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks a lot for the appreciation, PJ.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. That was so touching, a poignant tale


  4. Curved line of smile at the end cleared the cobweb of grief from my heart. A touching tale!
    -Anagha from Team MocktailMommies


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