Keerthi moved closer to the window for a better view. She could barely see the beautiful purple flowers from up her balcony. Shekhar loved the view from their 22nd floor apartment. But she could hardly enjoy the isolation. That’s how she felt. Isolated from everything. 

Everything that infused life in her was on the ground floor. Up there in the penthouse, she was alone, nursing her solitary existence in a pristine apartment while her husband raced to meet deadlines at work.

She remembered how she felt when she first saw this house. The huge apartment and seclusion suffocated her then. It has continued to do so every day since.  But Shekhar was impressed with his find. 

Keerthi wished she would have never agreed to buy the apartment. 

Her first impression left a lasting impression on her. She couldn’t fall in love with the house or its location. Neither could she love her life any more away from everything that made her smile for no reason.

© Vinitha Dileep

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Sara couldn’t sleep that night. Usually, it was the noise from her daughter’s room that kept her up late in the night. 

But now, things have changed. 

She could hear the air moving around her. The pin-drop silence blared in her ears in full volume stopping her from sleeping. 

Her life seemed to be in a forever pause without her daughter in the next room. Sara has to reinvent her life as an empty nester single parent.

© Vinitha Dileep

This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PAUSE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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She dreamed of getting away from there.

Far, far away.

In her dreams she had the ability to fly. And she would fly out of those huge walls. Those chained gates would offer no resistance.

One day her dream came true. But she didn’t fly out of the orphanage. A young couple came in and wanted to make her their daughter.

They became the angels who gave her the invisible wings to fly.

That’s how she learned to dream more often; because dreams will come true one day.

© Vinitha 2021

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Fly’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.