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Reunion #15words

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Shailaja, of The Moving Quill and The diary of a doting mom fame, is hosting an interesting 'From 15-50' flash fiction challenge on her blog. Do visit her blog to read all about it and participate.

Here's my ambitious and bold attempt to squeeze in a story in just 15 words, combining all the three prompts.
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Breaking free from curious fingers, she flew into her lover’s fragrant arms at long last.

Word prompt: REUNION
Phrase Prompt: ‘At long last’
COPYRIGHT: Shailaja V/ The Moving Quill
Word count:15
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Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′



Comments

  1. Wow! Just 15 words?! Should try it out! Good one, Uma!

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    1. 15 words did seem challenging to me but I'm glad you liked it, Aathira. Do try it out and thanks a lot :-)

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  2. Very judicious use of 15 words. Really like it.

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    1. So glad to hear this, Inderpreet! Thanks much <3

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  3. Dear Uma,

    You just wowed me with this post! I honestly wanted to see who would take up the 15-word challenge. Brilliant!

    Shailaja :)

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    1. I'm delighted to hear you say this, Shailaja! I wanted to challenge myself and it's gratifying to hear words like this..thanks a ton! <3

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  4. That is so awesome Uma! A whole story in just 15 words! Too good :)

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  5. 15 absolutely beautiful words which tell such a wonderful story! Wow Uma!

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  6. Lovelyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!Great Job! Just 15 words and u are awesome!

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    1. Ramyaaaa, where art thou?? And, thanks a lot!!! :-)))

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  7. Great initiative by SHAILAJA..
    And this was a brilliant in 15 words.

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    1. Thank you, Red!!! and, agree about the initiative.

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  8. in just 15 words .. and a great initiative ..
    I cant even fathom doing one but hats off to those who attempt .. all the best

    Bikram's

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    1. Thanks, Bikram..it's fun, you should try it!

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  9. Lovely use of the 15 words :). Even though I tried my best, I could fit my entry for this prompt only in 49 ;).

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    1. Thanks a lot, Aseem. 49 is great too. When what you write touches the reader, it really shouldn't matter whether the words are 4 or 40, isn't it? Will hop over to your space in a bit. Thanks for being here :-)

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  10. Just in 15 words!! Brilliant! Loved how you wove the story in just 15 words.. :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Rohan. I'm glad you liked it. Welcome here and thanks for the follow too :-)

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  11. 15 words... My God Uma.. And I thought 50 was too less... Still think 50 is not enough. This is amazing.

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    1. Hey Tulika, thank you so much for the warm words. I really think you did a great job in 50, so don't think otherwise :-)

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  12. Brilliant :) 15 words and so beautiful :)

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  13. Aha, that's another talent unfurling :)

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  14. Wow! Kudos to you for narrating brilliantly in 15 words!

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  15. 15 words !! My God, that's brilliant ! I still think 50 words aren't enough for me :D
    Superb, Uma :)

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    1. Hey Sreeja, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked this :-)

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