This flash fiction is in response to Rochelle’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. A very late entry indeed but couldn’t stop myself from participating.
Fiction Limit : 100 Words
The Triangle
He thrust a glass of wine in her hand spilling some on her lap,
“Drink up. It’s party time.”
“Why do you take all that shit from him? You are not a doormat, you know!!“
I seethed.
“And let people know that the VP of an MNC can’t manage her own life?”
She sniffed
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I cornered him,
“Why do you treat her like that?”
“Come back to me.”
His reply was terse.
I scoffed
“Thank God you never returned. I am not like her, you see”
I pointed at the half lit alcove
But it was empty…
(98 Words)
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Great to see you after a long time 🙂
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Same here.
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This leaves us hanging wondering about what is really going on!
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I would be glad to have your interpretation
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It’s the uncertainty of just how many people are speaking. I think three? Friend wanting to protect another friend from her own ex, maybe?
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Absolutely right.
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Sweet!
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good for her it wasn’t like her. 🙂
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Yes.
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ahhhh… could feel the pull of their attraction, yet with baggage and a past, something is just not going to work out here…
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So right you are…
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;0)
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That was haunting yet powerful. The emotions simmer just beneath each line—tense and striking. That final empty alcove hit like a silent thunderclap. Such depth in so few words—brilliantly done.
👍👍👍
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Thank you so much. Your comment encourages me to write more.
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Welcome, GC.
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So much to ponder.
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Thank you Rupali
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