Her Masterpiece... Flash Fiction

The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers

(copyright Douglas MacIlroy)


He entered the room in the evening. He looked around trying to look at things through her eyes.
There was an artwork using delicate sea shells and pebbles. It looked beautiful to him just as it was.
But alongside lay more stones and a bigger shell. What had she planned to do with it, he tried to imagine.
She always jokingly referred to this artwork as her ‘masterpiece’. He knew she actually meant it.
The room was the way she had left it that night almost two years ago. She had wanted to work a little longer. He had insisted otherwise.

She never woke up the next morning.



Prompt by and Shared with -
Friday Fictioneers

Comments

  1. Björn Rudberg17 October 2014 at 01:33

    Unfinished masterpiece... such sadness.. but maybe it's better in some ways.. the memories will be so much stronger by the questions.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:35

      It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all...

      Delete
  2. a Rat17 October 2014 at 12:31

    sad.. well written..

    ReplyDelete
  3. Datta Ghosh17 October 2014 at 12:48

    I read it twice and yes there was a sudden sadness that gripped me.....sorrow has its own beauty I guess

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:37

      Sorrow is a part of life... tragedy is when it takes over one's life...

      Delete
  4. Amrit Sinha17 October 2014 at 13:27

    Poignant .... but such is the unpredictability of life.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:38

      Thanks Amrit...
      'Kya Jaana Kab Marenge' - the unpredictability of life!

      Delete
  5. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields17 October 2014 at 16:00

    Dear Nimi,

    There are always those 'what if's'. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:38

      Thanks Rochelle. Pleasure that you visited my blog :)

      Delete
  6. uncertaintales17 October 2014 at 16:58

    Sad finish on this one, well done.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Indrani17 October 2014 at 20:13

    Oh! Didn't expect the sad end.
    Great writing!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:39

      Thanks Indrani. Great to see your comment on my blog... Thanks again :)

      Delete
  8. Sandra Crook18 October 2014 at 20:00

    Very sad.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:39

      Life is...
      Thanks for reading and commenting, Sandra...

      Delete
  9. Jyotsna Bhatia18 October 2014 at 22:24

    Didnt expect the ending. Well written !

    ReplyDelete
  10. Davinder Kaur19 October 2014 at 22:57

    I like your take on this picture.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:40

      Thanks Davinder...
      Special thanks for your support!

      Delete
  11. yarnspinnerr20 October 2014 at 20:50

    An unexpected twist. Very well crafted.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:40

      Thanks a lot. I am happy you like the way the story is spun :)

      Delete
  12. P.S. Joshi21 October 2014 at 17:52

    Nimi, Good and realistic story. At least he has something to remember her by. Well written. :) --- Susan

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nimi Arora28 October 2014 at 08:42

      Thanks, Susan.
      Yes, it is good that he has something to remember her by. But his guilt has made a source of sorrow...

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pleading Eyes - 55 word fiction

Image
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 48 ; the forty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .    His sister sat in her wheelchair, her eyes hopeful that he would change his decision to leave. He was the only one who could make her laugh. He kept mumbling to himself, regret nothing. That's what he believed in. Still he glanced back, gave her a pleading look, hoping she understood. His free life waited. Source The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Participation Count: 01 © Nimi Arora
Read more

Magician... A poem

Image
Image Source Forever lonely with his skill the magician kept trying His eyes focused and often teary the magician juggled on Crowd shouting Little ones excited the magician made magic © Nimi Arora Prompt by and Shared with -  Poetry Jam - 'Magic' My 5 Reminisces of Magic
Read more

My memories with you - a poem

Image
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 49 ; the forty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. Image Source Your face key to my past Each expression an experience portrayed Memories abound as I look at you The goodbye coming all too near No image can capture this air My memoirs about to be lost to fire You left my future is lost I ache more so is my past I stare wanting to preserve you My guide to go down the memory lane © Nimi Arora
Read more