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Father (A Flash Fiction)

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t hear any heartbeat,” my doctor revealed after just a few minutes of examining my supposed baby bump. my mind went crazy, and my heart beat the fastest and loudest beat ever. i wanted to cry, but there were no tears. i wanted to shout and curse the universe. still, no sounds were coming out. my doctor knew i was on the brink of losing my composure, so she asked me to sit down and gave me a glass of water. “stay calm,” she said.

waiting for you as i held my tears was the most traumatic part of hearing the news. i could see myself heading in directions only God knows where. i wanted to run away, away from the reality that i would never get to hold in my arms the baby i so wanted to have. “you quietly came into…

For this week’s Reena’s Xploration Challenge, Reena has given us some images on the concept of time as a source of creative inspiration for us. Below lies my contribution: 👇👇👇

TIME FLIES

Time flies
When you’re having fun
But still goes by
When you’re having none
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun
Time heals
All wounds, they say
Have yet to see
How that really plays
Out
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun
Time is free
You can never lack
You can’t keep
It or get it back
The clock is ticking
While the earth is spinning
Around our glorious; smiling sun

Should you wish to participate in the prompt then you can access it through the following link: 👇👇👇

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/02/02/reenas-xploration-challenge-266/

61 West Superior

I was beside myself
when I first met you.
I am so to this day,
with you beside me.

And as an American sentence:

I was beside myself when we first met, and so I am to this day.

This is my response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge # 266, using one of the photos she provided.

Shared with OpenLink Night #331.

And this is where it all began (at the library of The Poetry Foundation, in Chicago):
How I Knew I Was a Poet

Photo by Alex Batonisashvili on Unsplash

When you step inside my front door

You will read a sign

It says

“love lives here”

And this it does

In life, I want to be someone

Who loves fiercely

Who loves unconditionally

Who loves with all of my heart

And my soul

Not only do I love

But my dog, my cute lab

Does too

This house is full of puppy love

And people love

So with a wag and a ❤

I bid you fare well

But remember,

Love lives here.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #266 – Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)

Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Revelation &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #266

hustle is the game at the start
the steam propels the drive
setting the pace of our youth

then aging signals the revelation
that life is slowing down

adjustments are made to lifestyle
accommodating the new stride
mental agitations are felt in our bodies
because we desire to achieve more
as time slips by

Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/02/02/reenas-xploration-challenge-266/

It was the government’s motto ‘The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.’ Since 2043, and the invention of time travel, time flew for the rich. They could travel back and forth, without censorship. If they wanted to bring back valuables, or even live another life, they could.

For the poor, it was a way of keeping them under control. They could never be the pilot, and many found themselves deleted from the human race. One moment alive, with a wife, husband, or partner. The next their whole existence erased.

Children, opportunities, jobs gone in an instant. No warning. Nothing to let you know your life was at an end. People lived for ever, the planet’s surface depleted, space travel was the only answer.

Many animals were extinct, the rainforest replaced with oxygen modules instead.

Sar wished she could travel back in…

Rings of eternity,
Circles of gold,
Weave us in a story
To have and to hold

We stay entwined 
And at ease
Between us sings 
A gentle breeze

No eyes can see 
Nor fingers feel
An intimacy
So simple, so real

Mindfills for Reena’s exploration challenge

The 1937 novel by Azerbaijani author Kurban Said titled “Ali and Nino” is a tragic love story between Ali who is a Muslim nobleman from Azerbaijani and a Christian princess named Nino from Baku on the Caspian Sea.  This is a very complicated affair in an era of inter-religion tensions that take place during the years 1918–1920 when the First World War and the Russian Revolution were going on.  It has been hailed as one of the most romantic epic novels of all time.  The two had to fight, hide and escape from country to country to hide their love, until they arrive in Azerbaijan as a symbol of peace.  They are torn apart by the turmoil in this grand love story, and Ali joins the defense of Azerbaijan from the onslaught of the Red Army, and Nino flees to the safety of Paris with their child, not knowing whether they will ever see…