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The Fall of a Sparrow

Written as an entry for Friday Fictioneers.

Prabhakar, was bored. Like really, really bored. Well, visiting your ancestral home does do,  inexplicable things to your internet connectivity. He was stuck in this place for a whole week. With nothing to do, he turned to exploring the place.

One of these days, he found a book, called The Fall of a Sparrow. When he asked around, he got to know that it was written by a close friend of his great grandfather.

He started flipping through, casually at first but with greater interest later. He read on as the story of Salim Ali, took him on a roller coaster ride. From a common boy, to a titan of Indian ornithology.

Weeks later, it was time to go, as he packed his bags, a sparrow landed on the porch, Prabhakar didn’t know it then, but that sparrow coupled with the writings of Ali, had instilled a love of birds in him, that would transcend his childhood.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

Salim Ali was a real ornithologist in India. He practically wrote the book on Indian bird watching and also worked on their conservation.

Excerpt from Wikipedia:-

Sálim Moizuddin Abdul Ali (12 November 1896 – 20 June 1987)[1] was an Indian ornithologist and naturalist. Sometimes referred to as the “birdman of India”, Salim Ali was among the first Indians to conduct systematic bird surveys across India and his bird books helped develop ornithology. He became the key figure behind the Bombay Natural History Society after 1947 and used his personal influence to garner government support for the organisation, create the Bharatpur bird sanctuary (Keoladeo National Park) and prevent the destruction of what is now the Silent Valley National Park. He was awarded the Padma Bhushan in 1958 and the Padma Vibhushan in 1976, India’s third and second highest civilian honours respectively.

The Chase

She was sure that she was being followed. The guy had followed her, all the way from the shop, it was making her frantic with fear. All she could hear was her own heart, pounding in sheer fright. Her brain had shut off, she was practically racing now, he was far off but he was still chasing. All she wanted now, was to reach home safely.

She eventually reached near her house. That’s when she finally calmed enough to understand the words of the man following her,

” Madam, your shoe, it slipped off, a couple of blocks back”
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Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

This week’s photo is from http://ceayr.com

 

Death of a Soldier

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Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll

My first time, writing for Friday Fictioneers. I wanted to do a dark, look at the death of a loved one, but all my recent stories have been too dark. So I’ve tried something different.

As I recover from the initial shock, I wonder whether he remembered us in his last moments. His life did revolve around his family. With a sad and weary heart, I read the letter that broke my world down, once more. I start wondering how am I going to tell this to our daughter. As I do this, the doorbell rings.

“I’m home, dear. Is she still sleeping?”
Apparently there was a case of mistaken identity. Another man with a similar name was the unfortunate deceased.

He takes us to a nice dinner, to unwind after the strange events of today. While returning, I see a graveyard with two lone figures, and I wonder what would I have done if I was there for his funeral. That fear is forever a part of me now.

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.