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The confinement- Five Sentence Fiction

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After her husband’s sudden death, Dia had withdrawn into a shell that no one could penetrate and it was left to me, her oldest and best friend to talk her out of her grief.

Lillie McFerrin Writes


  1. I hope she allows him to bring her back.

  2. Replies
    1. Pallavi!!! glad to have you here and thanks :-)))))

  3. Very well written, grief is such a strong emotion.

    1. grief does make you build that impenetrable fence around, isn't it?
      Thanks a lot, Lisa!

  4. Hope Dia comes out of her shell of grief to break the fenced existence.

  5. Well written :) Hope he breaks the fence, slowly!

    1. Thanks a lot, Priya. Yes, I hope for the same :-)

  6. Rare to find mention of the burdens good friends willingly take up for others. :)

    1. true, such people are rare to find :-)

  7. I love the poignant irony in the situation. Will she reciprocate? That's the question :)

    1. let's hope she reciprocates, Shailaja :-)


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