By Neel Anil Panicker

Where were you? Where were you when I needed you the most, when I was down in the dumps, battling cancer and the doctor had pronounced that I had no more than six months to live?
You might answer that you were busy in your work, doing what your seniors had ordered you, fighting terrorists and insurgents in the border, serving your motherland blah blah blah.
And that, you may go on and say, is far nobler than being by your wife’s bedside, administering her pills, taking care of her as she fast skidded into the arms of death.

Ok, point taken; but then where you when our son, our child, yours and mine, was born?
Where were you when he first went to school, when he won his first ever prize_ winning a glistening perfectly round medal for coming first in sack race for tiny tots?
And much later, when he was twelve and down with chicken pox, and a year later when he had that awful accident, having slipped the stairs and ending up with fractures on both legs?

Thankfully, by God’s grace, he recovered but then again where were you when he went to college and some years years later when he wanted you to attend his graduation ceremony?

Where, where, where the hell were you when he got married and decided to leave the country ‘for better prospects,’ leaving me all alone all over again.
Where were you, my dear non-existent husband of forty plus years, if not with that woman and your three children by her?
#neelanilpanicker #shortstory #fiction

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 32 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 32 [Creative Writing Prompt]


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