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Finding new haven #flashfiction #50words

It's time for the weekly challenge at Shailaja's blog once again. Shailaja of The Moving Quill and The diary of a doting mom fame, hosts an interesting weekly feature, 'From 15-50' flash fiction challenge', on her blog every month. Do visit her blog to read all about it and participate.

I had fun participating at the challenge last month and was also immensely pleased to know that my ambitious attempt to write fiction in 15 words was adjudged one of top 5 posts. I'm a little late in acknowledging the honour here, but, as they say, it's better late than never. :-)


Here's my response to this month's challenge. I've chosen to use 50 words this time, using all the prompts :-)
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Finding new haven


The girls lined up, identically dressed. Their peasant parents had just a single cloth to cover them with. They had hoped for a boy to alleviate their misery, but had three girls in a row.

Blessing or curse is after all a matter of perspective”, said the Adoption center tagline.

Word count:50

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Word prompt: Perspective
Phrase Prompt: ‘Three in a row’
Picture Prompt:

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Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′ 

Comments

  1. Nice take on the prompt..I especially like the last line about blessing being a matter of perspective

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  2. Rightly told Uma - “Blessing or curse is after all a matter of perspective”. Good one.. :)

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  3. Three girls in a row- is true for many parents. Truly depends on perspective.
    Congrats for being adjudged amongst the Top-5 for last month :)
    Anita- Perspective

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  4. Interesting take on the perspective. The parents got three blessings in a row, that's what I think :) A good one, Uma.

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    1. I'd like to think that way too, but apparently the parents didn't think that way, Beloo :-(
      and, thanks a lot :-)

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  5. Very well jotted Uma. So true. A matter of perspective. Great Take. Keep Writing. Cheers and congratulations!

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  6. Ah, that is a lovely thought! Love the way you incorporated two prompts, Uma :) Adoption is such a noble and wonderful cause and the need of the hour today.

    Thank you for linking this up!

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    1. Thank you, Shailaja, for the prompts and I'm glad you liked the take :-)

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