This is the last prompt by Wandering Soul
This prompt has helped me grow as a writer and come to know so many other writers. I will miss these interactions every Tuesday through Sunday. On to the prompt
The delicious aroma of the freshly baked croissants wafted through the near-empty café.
The delicious aroma of the freshly baked croissants wafted through the near-empty café, as he sat waiting for the rest of them to join him.
He slipped into his memories of his engineering days, sitting in this very café and smiled as he opened his eyes and pictured everyone sitting in their usual seats.
His best friend would be sitting in front of the tiny TV mounted in a corner, remote in hand, watching the latest cricket match. The friend who worked as a waiter would be refilling his coffee.
His “bro” would sit with his body half turned towards the window, randomly waving at people he knew since he lived in the area.
His “sis” would be sitting across from his “bro”, diligently doing her homework or writing another article for her magazine. They rejected every article but she’d never stopped trying.
His “sis’ ” best friend, a shy young girl would be trying to decode the recipes by tasting the treats the café had to offer.
And he’d be sitting right where he was, in front of the huge green wall which had untidily scrawled testimonials and neatly pinned pictures. In front of a picture of all of them.
Four years ago they had decided to meet here after their engineering.
Three years ago they had all gone on a trip to some island.
Two days before the trip, he had gotten the measles.
One day before their return, the island’s “passive” volcano erupted.
Half a day later, he’d been told there were no survivors
He sighed and took another look at all their smiling faces before his Alzheimer’s kicked in again.
“Well, I guess they forgot again”, was all he said,before walking out of the door like he did every year.
©Sonali Mukherjee
As soon as I read café, I thought if a song called “Coffee House“, a Bengali song that talks about a group of friends who used to meet up at a coffee house for adda or talks every evening. This is inspired by it!
OMG! Sonali, this is worth publishing online. Do it NOW!!!
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I’ve published it on my blog
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Yes. Awesome. That doesn’t count. Send it to Readomania. Find them on FB, visit their website and send it to them for their online collection. There are others too. This is THAT good!
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Oh. OK, I’ll do that now. Thanks for the suggestion and the praise😊
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I take back last week comment exchange, about great minds. There’s no way I am as good as you. 😛
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I’ve only been able to tap into this potential thanks to your clever prompts. A big thank you to you. I have posted this on readomania. Let’s see what happens 😅
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🙂 You’re welcome! And thanks for participating. Do share the link of Readomania once its uploaded. Let’s connect on FB too. See if you can find me or my page there.
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I’ll definitely share the link. I found your personal account but I’m not able to send a request, maybe due to your privacy settings. I have left a message though, would love to connect with you😊
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Here’s the link
http://m.readomania.com/story/a-neatly-pinned-photo
Thank You once again for your suggestion,😊
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Brilliant writing with an emotional touch! Very well done!
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Thank You so much😊
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Lovely story Sonali! I never stopped until I finished the last word. Vividly told. Tear-jerker and yet so sweet. An addition to my favorites.
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Thank You so much😊
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Sonali, this is so well written 😀
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Thank You😊
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This is amazing!!! 😍
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Thanks Natasha😀😘
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So beautiful! I have no words to express my feelings about this one. ❤
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Thank You, this one was a little sad, but it was all I could think of as soon as I saw the prompt😊
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