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Passion ignited that night when modesty lay bared for love. The flames died out on a cold morning when two pink lines knocked the door for commitment. Her mom’s words rang a bell, “Sometimes, love isn't enough”.  

She welcomed their future alone.

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  1. Hi Uma I have been following your blog for sometime but hadn't commented till now. This piece is really well written. You have said so much through 42 words. Thank you you are inspiring!

  2. Hi Gowri, I'm always grateful to discover someone who appreciates what I write. Thank you so much for the warm words and also to have de-lurked to comment. Means a lot :-) Hope to see you around!

  3. Excellent writing! You've evoked many emotions in a few words. Well done!

    1. Thank you so much, Susan..gratifying to know!

  4. I love the flow of your sentences and your use of words. Really well done!

  5. This was awesome. So much said in so many words. Brilliant!

  6. I would echo what everyone else said. Great response to the prompt!

  7. This is such a haunting line she remembers from her mom and one that resonates with the reader.

  8. Alone, that's a long rode. Nicely done!

  9. Really nicely done. I especially liked "...when two pink lines knocked the door for commitment." What a great image.

    1. I'm so glad to hear this come from you, Christine..thanks a lot :-)

  10. Agree with Christine. What a clever twist of words to express what's happening there. That's when you had me too. :)

    1. So glad to hear this..thanks a lot, GennaClaire!

  11. The end made me sad for the poor women, especially since that news is usually happy. But then I saw the photo and now I think your narrator isn't so sad that she'll be raising the child by herself.

    1. Yes, I did mean to end on a positive note. Thanks for the read, Nate :-)

  12. Hmm... Yes sometimes life asks more and sadly it doesn't come together.


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