I spotted her brooding silently in a corner.
She looked divine in pristine white, her large doe shaped
eyes looking wistfully at a distant object, her delicate fingers brushing
away the stray strand of hair that fell on her cheek.
She hasn’t changed in all these years, I mused, thinking about
the time when I secretly loved Dia.
“Talk to her, Krish. Perhaps she’ll respond” whispered Dia’s
father, his voice almost pleading.
After her husband’s sudden death, Dia had withdrawn into a
shell that no one could penetrate and it was left to me, her oldest and best
friend to talk her out of her grief.
In response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Fenced
I hope she allows him to bring her back.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too, Red!
DeleteWonderfully written :)
ReplyDeletePallavi!!! glad to have you here and thanks :-)))))
DeleteVery well written, grief is such a strong emotion.
ReplyDeletegrief does make you build that impenetrable fence around, isn't it?
DeleteThanks a lot, Lisa!
Hope Dia comes out of her shell of grief to break the fenced existence.
ReplyDeleteI hope so too, Kalpana!
DeleteWell written :) Hope he breaks the fence, slowly!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Priya. Yes, I hope for the same :-)
DeleteRare to find mention of the burdens good friends willingly take up for others. :)
ReplyDeletetrue, such people are rare to find :-)
DeleteI love the poignant irony in the situation. Will she reciprocate? That's the question :)
ReplyDeletelet's hope she reciprocates, Shailaja :-)
DeleteNice take on the prompt :)
ReplyDeletethanks, Keirthana! :-)
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