‘Why did you ask me to come here?’ asked Trina.
‘I love solitude’ replied Himu in his usual calm tone.
‘This place is secluded and dangerous, can we go somewhere else?’ said Trina. She seemed visibly irritated.
‘What are you scared of? This place or me?’ asked Himu, his gaze ripping apart Trina.
‘It is getting dark, we should go from here.’ She said and started walking in the opposite direction. Himu started running behind her. He ran a little bit, and grabbed her elbow. He pulled her towards him. He was looking into her eyes. His passion was contagious and it was making Trina weak. She tried to free herself from his grasp but his grip tightened around her.
‘I am afraid of you, Himu.’ Trina said still struggling to free herself. Her voice was hoarse and angry.
‘I love you, Trina’ Himu said. His eyes were red.
‘I am married, this doesn’t make any difference now.’ She paused and said ‘You should have never let me go.’ Tears rolled down her face.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
Word Count: 175
This Flash Fiction is written for FFfAW Challenge hosted by Priceless Joy
Love, love I do…nice work!
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Thanks, Martin.
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This is so sad , love love is so hurting. neatly written.
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Thanks Kalpana
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Very intense! I feel for Trina, especially since we have met before through your stories .
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Thanks Moon for remembering Trina and Himu😘😘
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They are too real to be forgotten . lovely to read episodes from their life. ❤ You could most certainly do this into a book . 🙂
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Ya. I am planning to do a book but there is no story as such, only moments and conversations…
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I mean , if you weave the scenes together and create sub-stories, you know. I loved reading scenes from their life.
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Thanks for the suggestion dear, will surely try…maybe a novella…
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A novella sounds awesome.
Recently read’the bridges of Madison county ‘ and liked the slimness of it . 🙂 Thick books are scary , in any case, except, may be , for books like ‘The Book Thief’.
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I have not read those books…but I wish to write a thin book…I can definitely not write something like war and peace😂😂😂
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hahhahha. lol.
I am only just beginning to read the books i have wanted to read . I wish you the best with your writing goals and dreams.
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Thanks a lot Moon for the encouragement. Hope I live upto the expectation.
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How sad is this! Beautiful story, Tina. You’ve painted this scene so vividly…I can almost see Trina and Himu in a desolate place, standing by themselves.
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Thanks a trillion Di….💓💓💓💓
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Wow a lot of strong emotion and passion in this story. They both seem full of regret. Good work.
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Thanks lain
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Beautifully written. Is the love really lost? Is Trina strong enough to walk away? A great story filled with love, sorrow and passion.
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I guess had Trina been strong enough, she wouldn’t have agreed to meet. I am sure they both love each other. Thanks for dropping by.
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I think last we met them was when they gifted books to each other, right? This one feels like a perfect sequel to that story. Well done, Balaka.
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Yes, you are correct Varad. Thanks for remembering and liking 😊
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Beautiful piece. And speaking from personal experience, a situation that really, really sucks.
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Thanks dear
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Oh, the heartache. Well done!
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Thanks Patty
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Wonderful and sad love story of a love that was lost! Great story!
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Thanks priceless Joy
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a beautiful and sad story
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Thanks Marja
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Beautifully constructed.
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Thanks
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Love your story!
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Thanks Rosemary
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Regrets are a part of life- aren’t they?
Well written!
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Yes…they are indeed…thanks for your comment…keep visiting😊
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This is so graphic I saw the scene act out before me. What went before, what came after? I wonder. Brilliant.
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Thanks a million Keith…your comment made my day💓💓
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Regrets and love – why are they always hand on hand? Lovely story etched here Balaka!!!
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Thanks shalz
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Such a sad story. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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A beautifully written, sad story. It’s difficult when you wish to turn back the clock, but can not. Lessons in life can be devastating at times.
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Ya…they indeed devastate you… thanks for your comment
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Beautifully written, Balaka !
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Thanks dear
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Very well written. Thanks for sharing this post.
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Love, mistakes and regrets. Happens too often. Well told.
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Thanks a lot Jacqueline
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That must have been painful. Beautifully portrayed, Balaka!
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Thanks Shweta😘
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❤😘😊
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Beautiful. This was so good. Give me feedback on mine too https://rafsdotme.wordpress.com/
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Oh the weak in the knee making passion!! Haven’t we all gone through it. The bitter sweet pain! Nicely written, Balaka!
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