Rains, especially downpours with scream-like thunders and sharp-like-knife lightnings, for me, are bad omens. That’s why when I saw the bright cloud shifts from blue to violet to black, my hands started shaking, my heartbeats began racing.
I have no beautiful memory with wet season, I only have the stark opposite.
A catastrophic over-300-kph typhoon killed my entire, whole family.
No one’s left but me.
Some say I am lucky.
I beg to disagree.
It took five long years before my brain recuperated. Even quiet showers used to make me scream for hours. I was wrecked, drowned by the strong storm left inside me.
Now, as I hold her for the first time, mute waters trickle down my face in sync to the sharp flashes and loud kabooms outside.
“Congratulations, Sir. Do you have a name in mind?” the doctor asked.
My tear-stained face painted a shy smile.
“Yes… Rainbow.”
Word count: 150
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: A Mixed Bag
In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for March 13, 2016.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.
This a master pieces. I love it. Tge emotions and pain well expressed 😉
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Thank you, my friend! 😀 That was fast! ❤
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It’s unbelievable how such a short story can be so poignant!
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Oh thank you lovely, Shivalika!
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Written like a boss lady. Full of emotions and now another family can be started.
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The like-a-boss made me chuckle, Jacq! Thank you sooo much! 😀
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I love this. A new baby always equals new hope. Rainbow is a beautiful yet fitting name for this baby girl whose dad has terrible memories of a typhoon. WONDERFUL story, Rosema!
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Thank you dear, PJ! (I believe I replied on your wonderful comment but it apparently isn’t posted).
Yes, I agree. A new life symbolizes hope for a fresh start!
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Thank you! Yes, you did comment on this.
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great post! love it.
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Thank you, Dolvella! 😀
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Achingly beautiful! You captured the hope and the despair perfectly.
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Thank you for your kind kind words, Kay! 🙂 I appreciate them! ❤
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beautiful story! “My tear-stained face painted a shy smile.” — I love that line most of all. It brought a tear to my dry eye 🙂
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Awwww! Thank you, Mel! That line is my favorite, too! 😀
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You’re welcome 🙂 it’s a great line 🙂
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Thanks, again! 😀
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You’re welcome 😀
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I loved the tempo of this short story. Your style is getting more and more defined! Beautiful!
~ Dajena 🙂
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Yay! 🙂 Coming from an awesome English teacher and a skilled poetess, I am more than elated. ❤
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I’m holding on to the string 😉 😉
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Yay!!! Thank you, again! ❤
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Rainbow: beauty at the end of the storm. A perfect name for healing the past.
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Thank you, Steve! I’m glad the name made sense. 🙂
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This is so wonderfully touching. I cried too. What a great read!
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Oh wow! Thank you sooo much. Your comment is just so heartwarming. ❤
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It’s the truth and you’re welcome! 🙂
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Aww. ❤ Thank you!
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Well written but so tragic. Losing your whole family to a typhoon would be awful not to mention the medical and psychological trauma this character went through. Rainbow is a beautiful name for someone who now has hope.
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Thank you, Mandi! Yes. It is an experience beyond any kind of pain. But a new life will bring his life a much-needed hope. 🙂
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Love this, well done!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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The fear of water from the storm turns with water, human tears, falling for infant love. Emblemized by the name of the child, a name about the promise after a storm is done. Well-enacted change. Thanks!
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Wow! Your comment made a lot of sense for the story. I would say it is the perfect summary. 🙂 Thank you!
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There is a great deal going on. Which is the way of storms.
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That is true!
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Beautiful, poignant, and deeply moving, Rosema. I can feel the emotion in every single word. Wow..!
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Oh thank you, dear Maria! ❤
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You’re most welcome, Rosema. I enjoyed it very much. 🙂 🙂
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Life does go on and at the end of all storms there is a rainbow, if we can find it. Great write, Rosema!
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A new generation rises out of the fears of the past. Beautiful story.
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Yes. Thank you! You described it beautifully! 🙂
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A beautiful and poignant story, Rosema. You capture his emotions perfectly. 🙂 Very nicely done.
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Thank you, dear! 🙂 I truly appreciate your lovely words. ❤
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A lot of emotion in such a short story. It’s excellent.
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Thank you. Glad to see you around.
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🙂
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My take for this week’s photo will be posted anytime soon. 😀
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I look forward to reading it 😉
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It’s posted already. ❤
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