Written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS hosted by the most charming Rochelle at
HANGING ON…
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
By Neel Anil Panicker
I wish I could throw you out; make you disappear; simply watch you just fade away.
I wish I didn’t have to see you the very first thing in the morning.
Wish I could smash to pulp that insouciance that you wear all day long.
I wish you all bad things, bad tidings, bad this, bad that…
I wish you’re not such a pain in the…
But, I know I can never wish any such thing.
Can never let you of my sight.
Can never ever afford to lose you, again.
You’re not just his shoes.
For me, you’re him.
©neelanilpanciker2017 #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS #flashfiction #100words
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Hanging onto the vestiges of memory. Can never ever afford to lose you, again…….such poignant words reflecting the dilemma of the mind. As always, Neel , a crisp story from your pen.
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Memories are made of such stuff. Thanks Kalps.
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Oh my . This is so profound. Made me cry remembering my grandpa and gran mom who shared a bond of 58 years
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That’s what memories do, don’t they. THANKS
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Very effective twist. I wasn’t expecting that, Neel.
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Thanks a lot, Sandra.
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This was very good, Neel. The raw emotions felt by the narrator comes out perfectly.
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Thaanks a lot, VARAD.
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Well done, Neel
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Thanks a lot, Neil.
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Lovely effective last line Neel, well done.
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Thanks a lot, Kelly
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Really emotional. I really liked this.
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You capture the narrator’s ambivalence very subtly. She can’t bear the sadness of her memories – and she can’t bear to be without them. Excellent writing, Neel.
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Thanks a lot, penny
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Well done. Very raw.
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Dear Neel,
When I children were small, my son accidentally broke a ceramic elephant that had been my mother’s. She had kept it because it belonged to her mother. When the piece broke my heart shattered. Even though I told myself it was just a ‘thing,’ it was more than that to my heart. Your story has that feel. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So loved this story , Neel. Very touching and so very well written. It’s so hard to let go of a thing with touch and memories embedded within . I have preserved some of my grandfather’s letters, when I see the handwriting and touch them, I feel I can still see him, though he is long gone.
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Oh so very poignant, Neel.
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Sometimes we need at least something to hold on to… maybe even shout at shoes
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Love this, Neel!
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Beautiful and full of meaning. I think we all have stuff from loved ones — in one sense just clutter but part of the memories.
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So beautifully written, Neel. There are some objects so linked to the memory of a loved one, that to throw the object away would seem akin to slamming the door on that person for all eternity. I still have my deceased granny’s hand-knitted doll and, although I don’t like dolls that much, I could never throw it away.
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I felt the anger and I felt it building to show grief. Nicely done.
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Ooh, a real mixture of emotions coming from your character there. Very true to life, Neel – we can love and loathe people close to us so easily. Nicely done
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Beautifully drawn picture of conflict here, represented by the shoes. Good read.
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