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My charismatic father was a magnificent horse rider, prolific writer, and an astute statesman; a tall benchmark that I could never match. His demise roused sleeping demons I hoped to vanquish.

His room was as clean and uncluttered as I remembered it. And, there, among the humongous collection of official and personal letters, lay an unposted letter addressed to me.

“Son, I was too vain to tell you this while I lived but I’m proud of you for choosing a path less trodden; something I’d wished for myself once.”

Tears flowed unrestrained; the past had made peace with the present.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
Word count: 100

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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.


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  1. keep writing...you are very good at writing stories..one day you will become a great author

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  2. Dear Uma,

    I like the way things were resolved at last for the son. Nice one.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. That was such a profound story Uma. 'The past had made peace with the present' - Lovely line.
    But I wish he had said it while he was still alive.

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    1. I wish that too but for some ego is a huge hurdle to cross, isn't it? Thanks a lot, Aarthy!

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  4. Beautiful writing, Uma! I look forward to visiting your space :-)

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    1. aww, Divya..that's such a sweet thing to say..you made my day :-)

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  5. hmmm this reminded me of a similar experience when I had gone back to india after a long time , My grandfather said this to me that although he did not like when i chose my path as i was so bad at studies he was happy that i chose what i chose ..


    Bikram's

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    1. I'm so glad that your grandfather told this to you. It makes such a difference, no?

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  6. Sometimes it is important to take the road less traveled by. Nicely conveyed here.

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  7. Dear Uma, Wonderful story with a peaceful ending for the son - excellent. Sometimes people die without telling those they love the most important thing. Great story! Nan :)

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    1. You summed it up perfectly, Nan and thank you for being generous in your appreciation as always :-))

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  8. We all crave for the understanding and acceptance of our parents.
    This was lovely.

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  9. Uma, Wonderful that the father left that letter for his son. It was too bad he didn't tell him in person before he died. At least the son got peace, and will have the letter to remind him of his father. Well written. : ) ---Susan

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  10. Ah, how bittersweet! Beautifully done, Uma. Peace at last.

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