With every sunrise, sparkling sun-rays tear up the dark night and initiate a ray of hope in my heart’s plant moist with dew drops. It grows everyday, it has formed a big tree now. A tree that stopped giving fruits 30 years ago.
30 years of marriage and 3 beautiful children, What can be more perfect than that?
A hollowness grows inside me. Questions remain unanswered.
Mornings, a new chance, a new life — It was never for me.
I am still standing on the same spot where I stood 30 years ago — empty handed, When life snatched him from my hands.
And Life continues……
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This 100 words fiction (Not really) is written for Friday Fictioneers which demands a 100 word fiction inspired by the given photo. Check out the link if you want to participate.
White Shadows 