Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Forbidden
©February 5th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I waited for him, lost in regret.
Twenty years ago, we’d parted friends, but frosty. We had, however, agreed that we would meet on this day, on the banks of the water-hyacinth-clogged river where we’d learned to swim together, spin fantasies about our future, and study for exams.
It had taken me a while to find the spot, but I was here.
I heard a footstep.
“Manush?”
“Preetham?”
He came forward. We embraced.
“I’m sorry for rejecting you, causing you such pain.”
“I didn’t mean to misunderstand you.”
“Friends?”
I looked at the man I still loved.
“Forever,” I replied.
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P.S. Manush is a male Indian name, meaning “Man” and “Preetham” is another male Indian name, meaning “Love,” or “Beloved.”
Thanks, for the fourth time (and why AM I in this crazed story-spinning state this week?) to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Erin Leary for this haunting photo-prompt.