Anything for the view

Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said I think we have to get out of here as quickly as possible.

She was shivering too. The cold wind was lashing at us with a great force. But she came here to look at the marvelous view. Nowhere else could we gaze on the beautiful valley below, but on the top of the mountain.

Let’s stay here for a little more time”, she pleaded. “We have climbed the rocks and the steep hills to look at this amazing view. Can we not stay here longer?”

“I’m sorry Emily, but if we stay here longer, we won’t be able to go down tonight. The light is fading and the way down is not easy. We will plan another trip and will come well prepared next time. We can even bring a small tent and spend the night here. Can you imagine how wonderful sunrise would be from this vantage point?”

Reluctantly she stepped back from her position at the top and with a sigh of relief, we started our journey downwards. We barely made it before it started to snow too.

Next time we’ll be better prepared, I promised myself.

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Rendezvous plan gone awry

They had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but he never showed up. Peter waited for as long as he could but he had to be home before his parents found out that he wasn’t in his bed sleeping.

On his way home, Peter thought back to their earlier conversation. He was certain that Jack, (that what he called him because his real name was too difficult for Peter to pronounce) meant to keep his promise of meeting him at midnight. Jack was going to take him to visit his hidden lair and show him how he gets in touch with his mothership.

When Peter woke up the next morning and went down to have breakfast, the tv was on and was abuzz with news of the capture of a visitor from outer space. They even showed an image of the capture. Peter now understood why Jack couldn’t come last night.

He was so worried for the safety of his friend. He hoped that the aliens would liberate Jack before anything bad happened to him.

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The music box

There was something about a music box that always made me itch to force it open and look inside to see how it worked.

Once, at my aunt’s house, I saw an antique music box with a ballerina that moved round and round with music. Giving in to my curiosity, I tried to open the inner lid. And catastrophe happened. The figurine broke and I was left holding its upper part while the lower half was attached to the mechanism and was still rotating with the music.

My immediate action was to leave the scene of destruction and relocate. Unfortunately, there were witnesses. From that day onwards, I wasn’t allowed near any music box or even anything mechanical that could be broken by a six year old.

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Nothing has changed…..Much

As I have mentioned before that I have moved to another city, Islamabad, a few months ago. When I first moved here a few months back, I couldn’t believe that this city hasn’t changed at all. If I am honest, living here after a gap of twenty-odd years, I feel that I have gone back in time. The only difference is that at that time my kids were small and school going. And now it’s my grandson who is at that stage.

This is my third stint living here. The first time around I was in school, and we stayed here for 12 years and left just after I joined medical college. The second time was when my kids were in school. That time we lived here for 6 years. Now it’s been 2 months and I don’t know how long we’ll stay here. But it feels like coming home.

Islamabad is full of natural beauty and the climate is cooler than Lahore. I am away from half of my family but it’s a lovely place to live.

I am now having another adventure!

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When I first moved here a few months back, I couldn’t believe that…..

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I am sorry- Short Story

I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door mom was waiting for me, hand on her hips and an angry frown on her face. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago. I’ve been calling your name and you didn’t come”.

I didn’t try to make any excuses as I knew mom was going to see through them. “ Sorry mom, I lost track of time. I will be home on time next time”

She was pleased with my admission of my mistake. She hugged me and gave me my dinner and told me to be home before dark. “There are bad people about Jonny and you should be more careful my child”

That was the last time I was late for dinner.

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A precious gift

It was in the spring of 2010 when I first realized that what it would feel like to be a grandmother for the very first time.

Being a grandparent is way different from being a parent. When my grandson was born in the spring of 2010, my status changed and so did my position in the family hierarchy.

Now I was a grandma, which was lovingly called a “nano” in our household. Though it would be many months later that my grandson would learn and use this word but I was being referred to as “Nano” by my family since his birth.

Holding a child of your child in your arms is such a precious feeling. You feel twice the love you felt for your own kids and much more protective towards your grandkids. While you can easily discipline your own kids, disciplining your grandchildren is more difficult. And grandparents are often accused of spoiling the grandkids.

Now I am grandma to three grandkids and I enjoy them very much. But the first one will always be special.

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Fandango Story Starter # 15

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

She was shocked when she opened the envelope and saw that it was…

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She was shocked when she opened the envelope and saw that it was the card she had sent to her sister. Mary had returned the birthday card with a message scribbled instead. “Don’t get in touch with me again. We are finished. In fact, you should forget that you even have a sister”

Laura’s heart broke. There were tears in her eyes as Tom, her husband entered the kitchen.

What happened my dear?”He was concerned for his wife.

“I just got this” Laura showed him the returned card.

But why would Mary do this. I don’t understand! There wasn’t any falling out between you two?”

“Yes, that’s why it is more hurtful. After she got married to Bertie, we really didn’t had much contact. Maybe she’s still mad at me for opposing her marriage to that greedy man?”

Or…… maybe it’s something entirely different. Your sister is a successful businesswoman. Maybe Bertie wants to cut her off from her only sister and plans to play a dirty game! Are you sure it is Mary’s handwriting?”

Laura looked again at the card and now she wasn’t that sure. “ I think you should send her an email and mention this incident. If she really did send the card back, she’ll say so. Otherwise maybe she will be warned that someone is playing tricks on her”

She followed Tom’s advice. And a good thing that she did. Mary told her that she was planning divorce from Bertie and after this stunt that he pulled, she had asked him to leave her house.

Tom and Mary were relieved. Maybe they had saved Laura’s life.

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Fandango Story Starter # 14

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there…

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I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was a blue tooth speaker that was playing music from some unseen device. The songs were good but old. In fact, after listening for a while I recalled that I used to love this playlist and it was from one of my very first iPod.

Now I was puzzled. Who could have known of my likes regarding music? Not any of my current friends. And my brother was settled in another country so it couldn’t have been him either.

I heard someone enter the room and turned. I was face to face with someone who looked vaguely familiar.

Hi”, she said

I replied to her but a bit hesitantly.

Don’t you remember me?” She said as if surprised.

I’m afraid I don’t. Though you do look familiar”

I am Becky. Remember we were together in school. I have gone to a lot of trouble to find you and invite you here”.

Oh, Becky! Now things fell in place for me. We weren’t friends in school. In fact, we rather disliked each other. She was always trying to be better than me in everything that I did.

But why?” I asked. “Why do you want to meet me. Now? And in this way?

I wanted to give you back your iPod. I stole it from you on our last day in school. I found it among my stuff when I was moving to this city. I called a few former classmates and found you. I wanted to apologize to you as well. I was always jealous of you and your achievements. I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends now?”

I was moved by this speech. I did forgive her but as for being friends, I would still be cautious about my dealings with her.

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Photo Challenge- 384 & FSS # 13

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Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

Cold and wet, tired and exhausted, she…

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Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she dragged herself out of that hole in the ice. The rest of the clan was very amused at her accident but she was furious.

It wasn’t my fault, the ice was breaking before I stepped on it!“

Molly snickered and said, “oh sure, you can say that now”.

Just then with a loud noise more of the ice sheet cracked and the ducks, drakes, and the ducklings started to scramble to safely.

See it wasn’t my fault, the ice is thin!” Gabby had to have the last word.

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Fandango Story Starter # 12 & Tuesday Writing Prompt- At this time…….

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It’s time for my weekly Story Starter prompt.

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

At a time when most people were struggling…

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At the time when most people were struggling

When death was knocking at the door, indiscriminately

What tomorrow will bring no one was sure of

It was a battle of survival for people everywhere

There was no glory in staying alive, just misery

How could anyone be happy to have outlasted

When their loved ones had perished in that epidemic

The tragic reality was that these lives could’ve been saved

If people had listened to reason, been more cautious

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Today’s prompt: Use the words tomorrow, death, and glory

The pandemic is still here, making people ill, taking lives. We still need to be cautious, we still need to get vaccinated. Please take all the care that you can.

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