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Fragrance


This is a Molecular story: A molecular story is a very short story; a very very short one, with all the impacts and effects of a real one with all the intrinsic structural peculiarities.


The Fragrance was with a lady, one with a rose that decorated her dark tresses. The port was filled with people as the ship had lifted its sails to part with the shore. The lady too, was there to farewell someone: her beloved. Fragrance desired to enter the ship. But the lady was not leaving at all. The rose in her braids, the lady thought of gifting her lover, who was leaving for a long journey. But the lady was sad, too, because she was left in that land, alone. She knew her slightest change of emotion would give him chronic heart-aches, and now that was exactly how she wanted to avenge her love hurt. She did not give him the flower, as a silent word of frustration. But she decided to keep the flower in her diary, forever. The Fragrance could leave the flower and take the air as its accomplice to reach the ship. But it loved the flower, and it had also seen how sad the lady at losing her beloved was. So the Fragrance remained with her, waiting for the ship to comeback.    

Comments

sartorial diary said…
that's a beautiful story!

http://thesartorialdiary.blogspot.com/
ANULAL said…
thanks for stopping by.
onlookkers said…
a molecular story with the power of a long fiction, with its all features, nice, unbelievable......
ANULAL said…
It's overwhelming! Thank you.
Terri said…
Tio read this story with me...and I showed him some of your other work as well...It was the first time he saw and read some of your work..Funny..I assumed he knew what you did as a writer...he was impressed...he doesn't use the computer at all unless I am on it...
great job from both of us!
hugs
Tia and Tio
ANULAL said…
Thank you so much Tia and Tio, I am happy I did not disappoint you.
Hugs,
Your Me Ho
you are super talented,

keep writing...


wishing you the best.
share one piece with us today, make more friends...

bless you.
xx
Red Handed said…
beautifully crafted!!
ANULAL said…
Thanks very much

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