Days after the storm had passed, I visited my village with a trepidation in my heart. The neighbourhood looked like a war zone. My favourite big oak tree now leaned on our yard. The porch was ripped apart. The rocking chair on which he used to sit for his post-dinner round of smoke was lying helpless without legs. I got a lump in my throat seeing the roofless greenhouse. He used to grow exotic plants there.
But, the makeshift garden gear rack, which we’d built together, surprisingly remained intact.
“I wish I had not fought with father that night before leaving.”
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That’s deep!
Yet again, a beautiful piece!❤️
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Thanks, Richa 🙂
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Seems a deep well of regret is in this garden.
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Yes, a whole lot of regrets indeed. Thank you for the read, Kelvin
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Retrospective guilt can cut very deep.
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Absolutely. Thank you for the read, Varad.
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That must have been one hell of a fight! Well done, Piyali, great descriptions.
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Thank you, Jilly. A fight he is going to regret forever.
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Ah, so sad! Lovely story though.
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Thanks you, Susan 🙂
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So much said between the lines. Well done.
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Thank you, Lain.
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You’ve written your story well. The description of specific things that have been damaged or destroyed makes the story feel personal and authentic. The parallel between the storm and the fight makes your conclusion powerful.
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Thank you, Penny. I always look forward to reading your comments. They help me learn more about the art of writing.
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I’m glad you find my comments helpful, Piyali. Friday Fictioneers is a great forum where we all help each other. By reading posts carefully for the purpose of making constructive criticism we learn what works and what doesn’t. So when I comment on your posts, I’m reinforcing my own learning! As Neil MacDonald says ‘Reciprocity is the glue that holds us together’!
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Oh yes, the Friday Fictioneers team is excellent. I love how each one of you try to read my stories and help me grow with your invaluable comments. I find the comments immensely helpful. Thank you so much for being so supportive.
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Strong writing. Very sad.
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Thank you for the read 🙂
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Dear Pyali,
Sadly this story is retold time after time in real life. Touching and well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle 🙂
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Well done, Piyali… the storm and the fight, one you have no control over, the other, you do…
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Thank you for the read and response, Dale.
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This makes me fearful that the father was a victim to the storm. Haunting and a bit too familiar, for my tastes, coming from Florida. And during hurricane season, no less, at least in this part of the world. Nicely written.
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Thank you, Andy. Yes, the storm not only ruined his house but also took away his father from him. Yes, nature can be so cruel sometimes.
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Beautifully done!
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