‘It’s really far,’ he said, his wrinkly eyes losing the dream like his fading vision. ‘It’s not Dad, it really isn’t,’ I placed my hand gently on his bony shoulder. His trembling, paper-skin hand tapped my hand, acknowledging the gesture, as if that was enough.
I took the picture placed on his lap, gave it one more look and said, ‘Let’s pack our bags and go get that!’ My 80 year-old father wished to capture the ancient lighthouse twinkle on camera again, 60 years after he first clicked this award-winning photograph. In his thoughts, he travelled the distance, and smiled with renewed hope.
Written for Sonya 3Linetales. Photo: William Bout. Under 100 words.
Alka Sharma
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OOH, this is amazing! Makes me want to dream now! You did an amazing job in responding to this prompt, but then again. You always do 🙂
Thanks,
– Ainsworth, Xx
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Thanks this is what I love!
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Very nice story!
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Thanks Jadanner! Gratitude !
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So beautiful ! Inspiring and full of love.
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Aww thanks ! Gratitude
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Lovely story Alka – such a great idea, dad returning to a sight of triumph, bringing a feeling of closure, maybe? Nicely done
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Thank you so much! Your encouragement means a lot, you inspire me !
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My absolute pleasure Alka. Such lovely work 🙂
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Did well for the prompt.. 🙂 a very nice read.. 🙂
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Thanks Prakash! How are you doing ?
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Good and fine.. 🙂 Hope the same there! 🙂
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