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She fell flat on her rear #100words #Drabbleweek

Anu never liked children. So, before the couple moved into their new home, she had made discreet inquiries to make sure there weren’t any families with little children.

That afternoon, Anu ventured out to the nearby nursery to pick some of her favourite saplings.   

She remembered walking brusquely and then falling flat on her rear. Annoyed and embarrassed Anu quickly rose to stare into a twinkling pair of eyes.

The brute had his mouth full of a freshly peeled banana.

 “Solly..” he babbled endearingly with a contrite look. “Aunty hurt?”

“Why am I not angry?” wondered Anu, her heart melting.

Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 1 prompt " She fell flat on her rear" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


  1. Little child's innocent query has the opposite effect on her :)
    Nice one, Uma :)

  2. My heart melted too, reading this :)
    So well portrayed Uma .. I could see it all play in front of my eyes.

    1. thanks so much, Aarthy. I'm happy to hear to say this :-)

  3. Brought such a smile to my face Uma :). Lovely one!

  4. This is sooo cute! I love the picture you've chosen to go with the prompt! :D

  5. Wow you made the story a delight in so few words!!

    1. I'm honoured to hear you say this, Kp sir! :-)

  6. Awwww this so sweet. And I can so identify with Anu. I too am a late convert... Only after I had kids did I start liking them.

  7. Sweet! That's what kids do at best :) Charm!

  8. hahaha STORY OF MY LIFE!! I pretend to not like kids.


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