Anita kicked the bedpost. Once. Twice. And once more. Third time she missed, and hit the vase stand. Pieces flew all over the room. Broken, shattered bits. Like her. Her mum didn’t see that, didn’t care about that. She cared about the breaking sound. The noise which aggravated her headache. That she compared to the house falling. More like a rats in the cupboard din, Anita thought. It was more than she could take.
She scurried to the garden. Her solace through the years. Not today. The sun was in a bad mood too. His fury burned her skin. The odour of dog poo greeted her instead of the sweet-smelling roses. She picked up a sharp rock. Of course, she would never hurt the neighbour’s dog. Even though he was the re-incarnation of Zoltan. Instead she hurled it at the letter box.
The flowers weren’t co-operative either. The rose drew her blood. The Hibiscus refused to placate her nose. She crushed the flower for the offense. Too late she recollected that the poor flower never boasted of fragrance. The hibiscus wouldn’t become a sweet scented flower just like she couldn’t be the son her mother wanted so much. It didn’t matter. She straightened the crushed petals. She loved every flower just as it was.
*One of my assignments at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write a piece portraying a strong emotion.
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A Beautiful expression of emotions and reasoning using the parallel between the Hibiscus and Anita. Loved it Kiran.
Thanks Somali 🙂 Glad you loved it.
Beautiful idea, beautifully written, a beautiful expression. I love your style of writing.
Thank you 😊
Very nice…
Thank you.
The last three lines said it all! Loved it, kiran! 👌👌
Thank you Kokila 🙂
awesome thoughts expressing emotions nice telling story
Thank you 😊
Touching write up! I am not an expert but as a common reader, this story touched me. You have beautifully narrated the feelings of both daughter and mom. This story conveys a message that everyone has their own pains and accordingly they act. Poor mom, she doesn’t know she is belittling herself as a female not her daughter. And poor daughter, hope she doesn’t develop an inferiority complex because of her mom’s treatment with her.
Thanks Sindhu 🙂 People are so much engulfed by their pains and desires that they don’t even realise how their behaviour affects others.
True! The day when everyone realizes that, this world would be a happy place to live!
Awesome write up, the way you have described the outcomes of her anger are mind blowing.
Loved it a lot. Specially loved the finishing line…”she loved every flower just as it was”…it tell so many things.
Bitter truth of Girls(some) life beautifully presented.
Thank you Jyotirmoy 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.