David’s memory was put up in the living room. After the birth of the triplets, he was moved into their dad’s study. As the children grew, he was relegated to the cupboard deep inside. He heard the kids coo, crawl, walk and then speak their first words. David wanted to see his sisters and brother play. He wished to hear his mother’s voice. No one had said his name for the past 3 years. Though he wanted it to be this way, he still felt a sense of loss. Had he survived, he would have been 5 years old.
This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli.
“Had he survived, he would have been 5 years old.” >>> a killer line, that, Padmini.
Well done.
Thank you very much for this. Seeing your comment after a long time.
I really like where you went with this week’s prompt! Excellent.
Thanks a lot, Susan:)
Love this take on the prompt!
Thank you so much for the read and the comment, Liz
I knew a woman who miscarried…. there is also a local group who allows for the grief and memory of such losses – giving those named a memory. It is also hard when there is suicide… hard to talk about and remember the good. Even illness… for young, adults and elders… hard to see through the eyes that aren’t allowed to see. A unique take 🙂
Very true. Thank you for stopping over and commenting
Your last line truly a zinger! Whoa!!
Thank you so much, Amy. This week’s word prompt is, ‘unremembered’. Would you like to try the carrot ranch flash siction challenge sometime?
I would love to but at this time, my life is too full. I thank you for the offer for it has really touched me. Bless you!! xo
A sad story, but told with tenderness and originality.
Thank you, Charli. At first, the word count was 115. It took sometime to bring it to 99:)
Touching tale, gently told.
And wonderful to have you visit again, thank you.
Glad to read your posts again. And thank you so much for visiting my blog:)
Flash fiction is extremely hard to do. You do it well!
I am still trying. Thanks a lot for stopping here to comment on this post:)