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Here we are again and this week we’re gathered in a park. We’ve come together to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not counting the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Linda Kreger. Thanks, Linda. To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link below, then on the smiling frog. Next, follow the given directions.

30 August 2019

Genre: Fiction Human Interest

Word Count: 100 Words

Memories by P.S. Joshi

It was the perfect day for sunny memories, cold and rainy. I put more wood on the fireplace grate, slipped into my warmest sweater, and settled in to a cozy, oversized chair.

Instead of remembering, I fell asleep and dreamed.

I was at the last gathering of the family. Mom was in her wheelchair, and we made a game of pushing it.

She laughed as hard as the rest.

The scene changed. We stood around Mom’s grave. One of us was missing.

Oh yes, it was my brother Ben killed in Iraq the year before.

I woke, my face wet.






















57 thoughts on “Memories

  1. Oh, Suz, what a beautifully sad story to write. Old photos can bring such heart-wrenching memories, too. I cannot even bear to look at the last photo of our family reunion… about thirty all told in attendance… I’m the only left. Just doesn’t seem right….

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    • Thanks, Bear. I have a lot of old pictures and most of the people in them passed on now. I only went to one family reunion. It was on my Mom’s mother’s side. There was no picture taken and they’re likely all gone now. I’ve lost contact with cousins. I even lost contact with my brother but he must be gone by now as he was twenty years older. The last I heard he went to a nursing home after his wife died. I’ve been in India and had no way of checking. Both my children live in the U.S. I’m glad you liked the story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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      • Oh, so you’re from India… I wondered who it was that was behind the flag on my flag counter. A little app here that I find fun to look at. It is definitely sad when we have no family with us any longer. Makes for difficult holidays. I think it would be neat to be in india. I had a manager from India… He was the best, hired me with absolutely no experience and I learned so very much. Showed me that I “could” do so much more than anyone had ever said I could. He left the company, but then hired me as a ‘Nompar’ (sp) for his wife and baby. I worked for them for almost a year before she decided to leave her job to stay home with her baby. I miss them dearly, haven’t seen them in almost 20 yrs now. But still remember them with great joy.


      • Thanks for sharing with me. I was born and raised in the U.S. and married an Indian citizen who retired to India where he owned a flat. I moved with him. That was in 2000. Our children were adults by then and on their own. I’ve been a widow for about two years now. —- Suzanne

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  2. Hi Suzanne,
    It’s been interesting to get to know you a bit better through the comments this week. Sorry for the loss of your husband. It sounds like you’ve led an interesting life across cultures.
    I had a similar experience to the dream in your story this week. I dreamed that my uncle had painted and restored my grandparents’ family home and I could go and stay there. It was incredible to be back there again and I was so happy. However, there’s that terrible sense of waking from such dreams which back a grief which we have either blocked or pushed aside in our conscious minds. Your take captured that well.
    Best wishes,

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    • Thanks, Rowena. What a lovely comment. I have led an interesting life in both cultures. Thanks for your condolences. I’ve had dreams like yours which brought me back to the house where I was born. I dream I’ve gone back there to live. It wouldn’t be the same though as the old neighbors of my childhood wouldn’t be there now. It’s the only house I’ve ever been homesick for. It’s the only address from my past I remember. I’m glad you liked my story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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      • It’s hard going back to places. I know for me , people often make the place and the house also had all your personal effects and nuances so it’s not the same with someone else there and neighbourhoods also change. However, memories are imperious and time stands still.
        Best wishes,

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  3. A powerful story, Suzanne. I like how the wish for sunny thoughts on a rainy day brings a dream of joy and sadness. This is the kind of dreams that sticks, becomes part of the memories. Without the joy and love there would be no sadness, only nothingness. Who wants that?

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  4. There are certain memories that stand out in our minds. At times, they come to life. Although, painful they’re still part of who we are. It’s best to embrace them for that part of our journey. Nicely written, Suzanne. I enjoyed it very much.
    Pardon my lateness … Hurricane Dorian was coming through my arear of Florida and I was totally focused on keeping safe. All is well now …
    Isadora 😎

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    • Thanks, Isadora. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I’m so glad you’re alright and kept safe during the hurricane. I hope it didn’t cause difficulty for anyone in your family. My son and his family live in North Carolina but were too far from the coast to be affected by it. They live near Greensboro. —- Suzanne


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