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Charming disapproval

“Isn’t it funny how even the most elegant, charming and noble-looking people can have the most cavalier attitude towards significant issues?”

She sighed as she looked at the man who minutes ago was trying to woo her.

“I thought he was a proper cavalier, you know, a renaissance charmer, who knows how to treat a lady right.

But turns out, he is a misogynist”.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #165

Romantic syzygy

It seemed the perfect night to join their lives.

Sun, earth and moon were perfectly aligned.

In syzygy.

Just like they would be called in Greek “syzygoi” – husband and wife.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #164

Generation Gaps

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You know, when we were young, our only way of communicating with each other was if we were both home and both had a landline. Otherwise we were sort of lost in our own worlds”.

The young girl looked up from her mobile phone.

She was astounded by the truth of her grandfather’s words. She lived in an age where you could communicate with anyone anywhere in a matter of seconds. She didn’t know what it was like to not have a phone in hand and for her it was unthinkable to not be able to find out at any given time where anyone was and what they were doing. Mostly because her generation voluntary gave out that information online.

So what happened if you wanted to find out about someone but didn’t want them to know?” she asked coyly.

Well, you would have to ask someone who knew them too”.

But what if you didn’t want anyone to know?”

Like stalking?” her grandfather put it frankly.

Well, sort of…” she blushed.

There was no such thing in my time. If you’re relationship broke with someone, you tried to fix it. And if that didn’t work then you just got out of touch with them. And that was the end of it”.

The girl said nothing. She looked at her grandfather trying to imagine what that was like. Her generation was used to stalking each other on social media and getting obsessed with each other’s posts, overanalyzing, overthinking and overstressing. Everything in exaggeration. What was it like to not have to think about all this? To simply not care? To be calm?

Her grandfather was almost 100. He would still go out for long walks and had the patience of a mule.

She was agitated by even a fly’s buzz.

One time she had asked him if he never worries about anything. His reply was: “would it help?”

“To be calm is the highest achievement of the self” – Zen proverb

The window-cleaner mystery

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She hadn’t called for a window-cleaner, that is why she found it odd that his van appeared early that morning.

By the time he managed to explain that his company was offering free services as advertising since they were new in the neighbourhood, it began to rain.

It seemed pointless to get the windows cleaned now.

So he offered instead to clean the gutters.

She stayed inside and watched the rain dampen the windows as he climbed up his ladder.

That was the last thing she remembered when they found her, bloodshed, on her living room floor the next day.

Also part of Friday Fictioneers

An obdurate nature

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There is a difference between remaining firm in your beliefs and simply being obdurate. Because in the latter you stubbornly refuse to change”.

That’s what you’re doing”.

She no longer yelled at him like she used to. She was too tired and exasperated to do so.

Why should I change? It’s not I who is thinking things wrongly”.

She sighed. There was nothing left to say. He had made it perfectly clear.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #161

Fly away with me

©Ronda Del Boccio

Please forgive me; I won’t be able to make it again. Work is chaos. I’ll make amends, promise”. His voice was an amalgamation of despair, anguish, guilt, and exasperation.

She sighed trying not to be heard. She understood it was hectic at work but did not agree that he allowed his entire life to revolve around it. She said nothing more than “OK”.

Two days later, he led her blindfold to a cliff. She trembled, not knowing what to expect.

How about you fly in the sky with me for a while and I’ll show you the world from above?

Also part of Friday Fictioneers

Summer life

©MCD

Once June came, he would transfer to the beach house. He longed for those months there. Everything seemed so much better then.

It wasn’t just because it was summer and the weather was warmer, the days were longer and everyone seemed happier.

At the beach, people tend to worry less. It is as if they somehow realise that the meaning of life is to live it, not overanalyse it.

His father once told him that “at the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun”.

Magically, a solution to every problem appeared during his walks at the beach. His mind calmed down during sunset. And at night, when the only thing to be heard was the silent ebb and flow of the waves while gazing at a star-filled sky, he felt so much stronger, optimistic and…alive.

Forward no matter the speed

©MCD

It appeared in the middle of the footpath in the forest park. The little child was amazed. It pulled onto its grandfather’s hand to approach it cautiously.

Look, how fast it’s going!” it pointed.

The turtle was moving faster than what is conventionally believed to be its pace.

The child was thrilled. For a few moments, it stood there, mesmerised, in silence watching it, as if absorbing every movement the turtle made.

Turtles are extraordinary creatures,” her grandfather said. “They demonstrate how to be comfortable in your own shell; how to travel at your own pace even if that means going slowly. The only thing you should fear is standing still”.

The little girl tiptoed behind the turtle.

Speed doesn’t matter. Forward is forward”.

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go” – T.S. Elliot

Challenging growth

©MCD

Let’s do something exciting!” Her voice emanated the thrill and her eyes sparkled.

But you hate heights,” he began.

Be intrepid! If we don’t do something challenging, how will we face our fears? How will we grow?

She was already leading him to the hang gliding centre.

It was extreme, but worth it.

Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #159

Lotus date

© David Stewart

The lotus flower is unique in its beauty. People are often urged to be like it: to trust the light, grow through the dirt, and believe in new beginnings.

It may not last long in its bloom, but it offers a beautiful sight.

She couldn’t look at a lotus the same way after that night.

It was their first romantic outing in town. And everything seemed so princely. It was those feelings she could not forget, no matter if the details of the date eluded her thereafter.

It all seemed so ideal at first. So perfect.

But it doesn’t last.

Also part of Friday Fictioneers

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