Jul 30, 2014 Current Affairs / General Interest, Original Short Stories
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Disintegration
©July 30th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
When the world blew up, and the sky fell to pieces, I flew for the first time. My atoms took wing, my flesh disintegrated, my “I” flew into the sun.
There was an explosion of pain beyond imagination.
Fear doesn’t exist in the face of such pain. Fear disintegrates into bits of flesh that fall in slow motion over an uncaring land.
My past died. The “I” that I was, never was. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, light unto light.
I’d lived, loved, learned, left — this, the sum of me.
Somewhere, there was grief. It might have been mine.
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My second story contribution to this week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers — it’s darker, I’m afraid, than my last story.
Thanks, Rochelle, for hosting. We love you!
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Tags: #Disaster, ashes to ashes, disintegration, dust to dust, fear
Jul 30, 2014 Original Short Stories
Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
Wing
©July 30th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
She was leaving home. All she had were some clothes, her sitar, Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare and Charlotte Bronte. She grieved for her past which fell away, as she rose into the skies.
She didn’t know what she’d face when she arrived in the New World. All she knew was that he was there, back in his country, having arrived a day earlier from hers.
Adventures are easy when you’re twenty-four, and married to the man you love.
When the plane touched down, she felt newly minted. Baggage in hand, she stepped out into Arrivals.
He came forward. Joy took wing.
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Salutations and thanks to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for her lovely photo-prompt, and for hosting Friday Fictioneers tirelessly every week. 🙂
Tags: airplanes, flying, future, Leaving the past behind, new bride, New World, Newly Married, past