Sunday, December 19, 2010

Waiting

[This is a work of fiction.]

I cannot tear my eyes away from the light. It shines brightly from the window- enticing, beautiful, but giving nothing away.

Somewhere beyond the light is the love of my life. In greater distress than I can ever imagine. The light shines on her, but tells me nothing of how she is.
I feel guilty. It was my need for pleasure that causes my love so much pain. The light does nothing to assuage my guilt.

Soon, someone will come out and give me the news. But till then all I can do is wait. And stare at the light.
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drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Rayna - What a moving story! I don't know if this was what you meant but when I read it, I thought of a man waiting outside as others help his wife to give birth. What fascinating perspective!

L. Diane Wolfe said...

Yes, that one is very movine and powerful!

Jan Morrison said...

I really like this drabble, Natasha. So mysterious and yet familiar.

Tina said...

In thought of childbirth, too. You left me wanting more than 100 words...as you usually do ;-)

Ella said...

I want more,I thought of stars, birth and death when I read this~
Very moving

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

I saw something more dire than childbirth in this piece.

Saumya said...

Wow, this could be my favorite drabble so far. I actually read it three times because there were various situations this could apply to---all of them heart wrenching.

Mason Canyon said...

Very intriguing. Grabs your attention and you want to know more.

Mason
Thoughts in Progress

Danette said...

The brevity seems far more dire than something like childbirth-- aside from the fact that childbirth also brings with it hope and excitement. Definitely leaves you wanting more! And very nice intro!!!

Jemi Fraser said...

Intriguing and powerful - thank you!

Theres just life said...

Wow. I really love this one. As everyone else has said it left me wanting more. I also re-read it a couple of times. Very moving story.

Manasi said...

Beautiful... Yet another piece that mirrors one of Tagore's poem from The Gardner...

I never understood how much pain one has to go thru in life for poetry to start flowing through...

Sueann said...

Beautiful story!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Natasha said...

@ Margot - thank you. And that was exactly what I was getting at.

@ Diane - thank you

@ Jan - thank you. It is also a favourite photograph.

@ Tina - yes, that was what I was shooting for.
Thank you.

@ Ellen - you thought exactly what I was thinking. Thank you.

@ Alex - I was only shooting for childbirth, but if you read more into it, I am more than happy. As I define it, drabbles are as much a product of the reader's mind, as they are of the writer's.

@ Saumya - thank you so much. And I would love to know what they were.

@ Mason - thank you so much

@ Danette - I never thougth of it that way. But I guess in villages without proper medical facilities, even childbirth is dire.

@ Jemi - thank you

@ Pamela Jo- thank you so much.

@ Manasi - I adore Tagore too. I haven't seen much pain, to be honest.

@ SueAnn- thank you.

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